Fourteen
Over the next thirty seconds or so, Alastair cringed so hard he nearly pulled a neck muscle. Being bid on wasn’t the ego boost it sounded like. It felt mortifying to stand like a lump of meat while his ex-step-relative and his sort of work wife battled it out with their checkbooks.
No way could Ruthie win against Waverly’s hefty allowance. Besides, he didn’t want her to sacrifice her savings to bail him out. He shook his head at her to get her to drop out of the bidding, but now that she’d started, she refused to back down.
“Two thousand dollars for my good friend!” she yelled.
Two thousand dollars? “Ruthie. Don’t spend all your money. Let her win,” he called to her.
“Twenty-five hundred.” Waverly snapped her fingers in the air. “I can do this all night.”
“Prove it, Tourist
