aback by the question, but then he jumped right in. “Cap’n Crunch. Sometimes I like Lucky Charms or Cocoa Puffs.” He cleared his throat. “You look like an oatmeal guy.”
Sinclair’s eyebrow shot up. “I enjoy a nice bowl of oatmeal,” he said in a gruff tone. “The old-fashioned kind, not the instant. Have you ever had any surgery?”
“No,” Sean replied. “I’m a pretty healthy guy. How about you?”
“You know I have money,” Sinclair continued, ignoring Sean’s question.
“I have money, too. Probably not as much as you have. How much do you have?”
Laurel couldn’t help but smile. Usually, people were intimidated by Sinclair Rand. But Sean seemed unfazed by the questions, turning them all back on her uncle with a directness that left her uncle off balance. “Uncle, we really have to go. Our honeymoon awaits. We’re going to Hawaii.”
“Hawaii? Don’t eat the bananas there,” he warned. “Stay away from all yellow fruit and you’ll be fine. We’ll discuss your inheritance when you get back.”
Laurel bent down and gave her uncle a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll call you when I—I mean, we get back.” She gave Sean’s arm a tug, but he stayed glued to his spot.
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