How to Lasso a Billionaire
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“You can say tits and ass, Nate,” Lilah said. “I won’t be jealous.”
“Eww. I am not going to talk about Shel’s bikini areas, Lilah. I am just not going to go there.”
“So, I blew it,” Shel said. “Faced with an attractive man, I totally blew it like I always do.”
“Come out with us, tonight,” Lilah said. “I can be your wing woman. Nate can introduce you to his friends—”
“She’s dated all my friends.”
Shel doubted that was true. Nate had a million friends. He was probably just trying not to hurt her feelings with the truth that he liked his friends too much to inflict her on them. “It’s fine. I’ve got school tomorrow and I need to be there early. I’ve got bus duty.”
“Why do you work again?” Lilah asked, not for the first time. “If I had a fat trust fund like you’ve got, I’d be jamming all day long, every day.”
“I like to work.” Shel loved teaching music at the high school a few blocks away, and she loved the private lessons she taught at her home. Kids never failed to make her smile, to make her feel that she was giving back, teaching music to growing minds and making the world a better place. And when a kid fell in love with music the way she had all those years ago, there was nothing better in the world. She’d tried the whole not working thing after college, and she’d figured out pretty quickly she’d die of boredom and the lack of any sort of purpose if she lived off her trust fund and did nothing. Not to mention she’d seen too many talented musicians grow to hate their music when they played for fame and let the music industry dictate what and how they played. She never wanted that life. She liked her simple life and her little band. Lilah, who’d had to work every day of her life, never could understand that.
“Okay, well enjoy work,” Lilah said in a teasing tone. “Night, sweetie. We’ll see you Thursday for practice?”
“Always.”
Shel hung up with her friends and curled up on the couch with Ozzy and her notebook. When life gave her lemons, she made songs of them.