My parents sold their paid-off house to rescue my sister, then showed up at my lake house with a moving truck. “We’re your parents. We don’t need permission to live here,” Dad demanded. But when I found a note slid under my front door, I realized this was much worse than a family emergency.

the trunk?”

Her smile disappeared.

“Don’t be jealous. It’s a business asset for my personal brand.”

“You have six hundred thousand dollars in business assets,” I replied. “Go buy a hotel room.”

Arthur slammed his car door.

“That is enough. We only need to stay until Chloe’s investments mature. Six months. A year at most.”

“A year?” I laughed. “You expect continue reading …