I'd expected her greed. I just hadn't expected her to offer her own money.
I chuckled. "So how much savings do you have?"
Summer held up three fingers, looking dead serious.
"You have $3 million?"
She shook her head.
"$300,000?"
"I have $3,000."
"Honey, I know it's not much, but I'm giving you everything I have."
Nice try—using $3,000 to bait me into spending millions more. She really thinks I'm an idiot.
When I didn't respond, Summer started pushing me to tap my family for cash.
"Honey, think of something. Ask your parents, your siblings. A few extra million shouldn't be hard for you."
I smiled faintly and pointed at the standalone villa. "Why cram into a condo with all those people? If we're buying, we're buying that."
She stared at me, stunned. Then her expression soured—she thought I was mocking her. "If you don't want to chip in for a bigger condo, just say so. You don't have to be sarcastic."
I gripped her shoulders, looking sincere. "Honey, I'm not joking. I'm buying the villa. Look—I've already got the money."
I showed her my bank balance. Her eyes went wide, and she actually screamed.