My Family Toasted

grandfather built.

He thought he still had the last card.

“A private acquisition group,” he said proudly. “Northline Harbor Capital.”

My fork slipped from my fingers and hit the plate with a soft silver ring.

I tried not to laugh.

I failed.

It came out quietly at first, just one breath. Then another.

Preston’s grin faded. “What’s funny?”

Meredith narrowed continue reading …