believe the numbers.
I set down my wineglass.
“Your rent will pay your mother’s car loan?”
“Exactly.” Ethan leaned back. “My place can get twenty-eight hundred a month. Mom’s payment is only eleven hundred. We’ll still have extra.”
“And what do I get?”
He blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I pay the mortgage here, the taxes, the HOA, utilities, repairs, groceries—and you collect rent from your property to pay your mother?”
His smile tightened.
“Why are you making it sound ugly? We’ll be married. It’s all one pot.”
Interesting phrase.
