Once Upon a Billionaire(35)

Griffin was surprised to hear her say that . . . surprised and a bit pleased. That seemed far more astute an observation than a country girl would have. “I am a big advocate of museums.”

“Of course you are,” she said with a brilliant smile. “It’s clear you’re smart as a whip.”

“Are you flattering me, Miss Meriweather?” Because he was. Flattered, that is.

“Just callin’ it like I see it,” she said. “You’re always reading and trying to learn. I admire that.”

“What was your major in college?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“Filing.”

“I . . . beg your pardon?”

“I went to an advanced secretarial school,” she told him proudly. “Best one in Arkansas. We learned all kinds of good stuff like how to answer the phone, do spreadsheets, and take messages, but I was real good at filing.”

“They have classes on . . . filing?”

“You bet.”

“And you paid for these classes?”

That full lower lip stuck out. “Are you making fun of me?”

He immediately felt like an ass. “Not at all. I was merely curious.”

The hand on his arm tightened a little, as if she wasn’t sure if he was making fun of her or not, and she was bracing herself for a cut-down. “My mama heard about the classes and she told me that if anyone in our family stood a chance of making a real living, then I needed to go there. So she saved her money for months and I took a second shift at the Burger Shack to make ends meet.”

“Burger Shack? People really eat at a place with “shack” in the name?”

“Hush, you’re distractin’ me from my story. So, Mama saved her money, and I saved my money, and I went to the school on the nights I wasn’t working. And once I graduated, Mama gave me a nest egg she’d been saving and told me that if I was going to make something of myself, I needed to go to the big city. Not just any big city, but the big city. My success would help my sisters, she told me. So up I came to New York.” She looked up at him, her big eyes wary. “It probably sounds silly to you.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Not at all,” he told her honestly. “You’re making sacrifices for your family. It’s very noble. And your mother’s right. I doubt there’s much of a career in a burger shack.” He couldn’t even imagine.

“Our town is very small,” she said. “And you can’t get far on burn talking. So Mama thought I should get a fresh start. You know, let hard work speak for itself. I guess she was right, because without her, I’d have never worked for Mr. Hunter in his fancy office, or come to this pretty place.” She gestured at the narrow streets of Bellissime.

He tried to see what she was seeing, but all he saw was a city that looked more like a Swiss tourist trap than its own country. He saw buildings that were crowded close together and outdated for all their quaintness. He saw cobblestone streets that made a godawful racket when one was in the car. He saw a place that felt stifling and choking when he was here.

Griffin glanced down at Maylee, who saw none of these things, and was regarding their surroundings with a satisfied look.

He liked her purity of spirit. He liked that she was pleased with the smallest gestures and didn’t seem to care about the bigger ones. She had a good heart, he decided.

“So how did you get to New York, Mr. Griffin?” she asked, daintily sidestepping a puddle as they walked. “You obviously grew up here.”

“I did. When I was eighteen, I decided I wanted to go to college in the States. Dartmouth. I wanted to major in art history and archaeology, but my brother was the duke and my family was in rather dire financial straits at the time, so George said the only reason he’d let me go to the States was if I majored in finance. So I did.”

That sympathetic little hand squeezed his arm again. “So we both sacrificed for our family.”

He wasn’t sure that his was much of a sacrifice. An Ivy League college versus a school where they taught you how to work a filing cabinet? There was no comparison. “After I graduated, I was doing well fiscally with some small investments, so I decided to stay in the States. I chose New York City because it seemed like a central place.” That, and his friends in their secret society were all located in or around the city itself. “I’ve been there ever since.”

“You must love it.”

He actually hadn’t given much thought to it. He still lived in the same book-scattered townhouse that he’d purchased when he’d first moved to New York. The others had acquired penthouses or entire buildings. That didn’t interest Griffin. It was simply a place to sleep in between trips around the world, usually with Jonathan on another one of his expeditions.