Conquering Max
Although I have known her for years, Trig, who has been traveling and living like a nomad for the last seven years, has yet to meet her.
“Max Swallows.”
“Trig Abercrombie.”
“Oh, right, the good Abercrombie brother.” She says with a smile.
Trig furrows his brows. “The good brother?”
“Well, if you are related to this one, you are the good one by default.” I frown as Trig bursts out laughing.
“I’m the good one. Ask our parents, they will tell you.”
“Unfortunately, my brother is correct. He’s the straight-A student who stayed and took over the company, and I’m the black sheep who spends the money.”
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