Leni had never seen anybody’s mood shift so quickly. He went from cute and flirty to serious in under a second. But that was fine since she was totally confused by him. First, he wanted to talk to her mom. Now he wanted to talk to her?

      “The only people in the diner are you, me and my mom. George, the cook, is outside smoking.” She glanced around. “We can just go to one of the booths in the back.”

      “Okay.” He pointed to the last booth in the farthest corner. “We’ll sit there.”

      He walked behind her until they reached the table. Then he slid onto the bench across from her.

      “My name is Nick Kourakis. I work for a money management firm in New York City.”

      “So, you said. And I told you my family doesn’t have any money to invest.”

      “I know.”

      His eyes darkened as he studied her. With all his attention centered on her face, she had to hold back a shudder. She had never seen a man this good-looking. But as she thought that, she noticed that his gray overcoat was stunningly made, and his white shirt and tie looked expensive. As big as he was, he wore both effortlessly, as if he was accustomed to luxury. Maybe even made for it.

      She suddenly realized he wasn’t gorgeous so much as he was a combination of the whole package. Expensive clothes. Sparkling clean. Handsome.

      And wealthy.

      Probably so rich, she couldn’t even fathom the amount of money he had.

      “I’m not selling anything. I’m not even here on behalf of the money management firm. I was sent here to retrieve you.”

      “Retrieve me?” His sultry brown eyes held her captive, sending warmth swimming through her blood, confusing her, almost hypnotizing her.

      “Because I have some exciting news for you.”

      “Oh, yeah?” She fought the strange sensations assaulting her with sarcasm. “And what would that be?”

      “First, what I have to tell you has to remain confidential.”

      Some of her equilibrium returned. “Okay.”

      He leaned back on the bench. “Have you ever heard of Mark Hinton?”

      More of her confidence came back. Enough to put starch in her spine. “No.”

      “He’s a billionaire...or was. We have reason to believe you are one of the people mentioned in his will.”

      “Oh...” Her composure took a tumble. Imagining herself getting as much as ten thousand dollars and paying off some of the bills that had accumulated since her dad’s injury, she told her wishful-thinking brain to stop before she got her hopes up. “That’s good. Right?”

      “It could potentially be wonderful.”

      “Dude, wonderful to me is enough money to pay my dad’s medical bills.”

      “It’s more than that.”

      New thoughts scrambled around in her brain. Like buying her dad the service dog he needed because of his seizures, and not worrying about the company forcing him back to work.

      But as quickly as her good thoughts set up shop, some bad thoughts came tumbling in. Adopted at eight, after a year in foster care when her biological mom gave her up, she’d always believed she was not a lucky person. The way she’d struggled for eight years just to afford her basic bachelor’s degree backed that up. “What’s the catch?”

      “Before I say another word, I need your promise that you won’t talk about this with anyone until I tell you that you can.”

      A laugh bubbled out. “You want me to take a vow of silence?”

      “You are the first of three potential heirs to Mark Hinton’s estate. A huge estate. You can tell your parents, but that’s it. And they have to promise to keep this news to themselves. Frankly, it’s a matter of your personal safety.”

      It all seemed to so preposterous that it couldn’t sink in. As good as it would be to be rich, she was much too practical to believe in magic or miracles. It had to be a joke or a mistake.

      When she said nothing, he sighed. “Do you have your phone?”

      She pulled it out of her apron pocket.

      “Search Mark Hinton.”

      She did as he said, though she mumbled, “Anybody can put up a fake website.”

      But her phone produced eight thousand results for Mark Hinton. Her gaze leaped to Nick’s. “What is this?”

      “Information on his life.” He paused for a second before he added, “I was sent here by the law firm handling your dad’s estate. The attorney in charge is stuck in court today. He’s a friend of mine, and my family’s firm manages your father’s fortune, so I was picked to come in his place.”

      She barely heard anything after he said “your dad’s estate.” Her breath stumbled. “My dad’s?”

      She struggled to take it all in. Her biological mom hadn’t told her anything about her father. She would always say he wasn’t important, and they didn’t need him. At seven, she’d known that wasn’t true when her mom couldn’t afford to keep her anymore.

      “According to the estate lawyer, the paper trail says Mark