Work! Jennifer inwardly growled as she looked at the picture of her stepbrother smiling at a beautiful brunette in what looked like a fancy restaurant, that bastard said he had to work on the weekend!
Indeed, that was the excuse he had told her and Melinda to explain why he wouldn't come home that weekend. He was about three weeks away from opening a hotel, so his being busy was understandable. Jennifer had even been relieved to be free of him and his sometimes overwhelming proximity. That said, she hadn't known "work" dressed so provocatively.
She had been passing by the magazine store and had looked at the tabloid without meaning to – just like she didn't mean to, all the other times she did, each Sunday – only to see the picture topped by a title that made her see red “Millionaire Gee
