I stared at him critically for a moment before I begun.

“Hey, Raine?”

“Hm?”

“What if I told you,” I started, now turning to face him. “What if I told you a secret, long lost, great, great, great, great aunt of mine died – let’s say, by having an accident with a golf ball…”

He looked at me if I was insane.

I continued anyway.

“So, let’s say this old aunt had a big corporation,” I said, my voice now getting a little lower.

“And let’s say that I didn’t want to handle this big corporation.” My voice was sharp.

“And I ran away,” I said, putting emphasis on the words. “And I was found by a loser who offered her hospitality and brought me into her home despite the fact that I didn’t tell her anything about myself.”

His face paled at this point.

My fists balled, and Scooter rubbed up against my side. “Let’s say she found out about it.”

I glared at him for a moment.

“Suppose she came across it by accident.”

Now our gazes were locked.

“How would you solve the problem?”