Dove
"You know what I think about money," I waved my hand dismissively, "it can be the root to all evil. He can have all the money in the world and still be a jerk whilst you're working hard to have what you have and is a complete sweetheart."
"Girls don't like guys who are sweethearts," he turned on his side then dramatically laid down like a girl on the beach showing off her curves. "They want bad boys who are only good for them. I'm just nice. No one wants 'nice'."
"Nice doesn't break your heart," I argued. "I would rather have a man with nothing but gives me everything than one with everything but gives me what he has without giving a damn. Molly will like you if you tell her."
He pressed his lips together. "Your cowboy's truck costs the same as a Ferrari."
I choked on air and let out a hiss when the needle of the machine bit into my finger. I instantly sucked on it to stop the bleeding then gave Rodney a glare as he laughed. "No it's not! It's just a nice truck."
