“Also likely to be drunk. And possibly high because she got really into edibles after her hip surgery.”

I glance down at the flash card again. “And then there’s your sister and your sister’s childhood best friend, who always spends the holidays with your family.”

The mood in the car immediately changes as Andrew shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He clears this throat. “Yeah, my sister’s friend Dylan.” I watch his jaw tighten as his steely gaze stays focused on the road. “Dylan’s dad used to work for Prescott Investments, which is how we met. In college, Dylan came out as nonbinary, and things got unpleasant with their parents, so now they spend the holidays with us every year.”

“And Dylan lives in Gresham and works as a kindergarten teacher?” I say, remembering their flash card.

Andrew nods.

“And your sister?”

“Jacqueline.”

His voice sounds tight when he says her name, and I shoot him a look. Andrew is all strong jaw and Roman nose, sleek eyebrows and a four-hundred-dollar herringbone peacoat. Frat boy turned real-estate investor. But when he talks about Dylan and his sister, tenderness creeps in. Tenderness and… protectiveness?

And secrecy, like he’s holding me at arm’s length from fully knowing them. His sister, especially, has been a mystery. He barely mentioned her in our flash-card sessions, and he usually finds some way to change the subject when I bring her up. “Are you and your sister… not close?” I broach.

“We’re extremely close,” he says, but his hands are still tightly clenching the wheel. “We’re only eighteen months apart, so we did everything together growing up. It’s just… she has a contentious relationship with my parents, my dad especially. And she absolutely can never find out we’re faking this for my inheritance. It’s just—” He rolls his shoulders, and his tone turns defensive. “My sister can be stubborn in her quest for independence. She refused to take the Prescott Investments route and dropped out of college. My parents stopped helping her financially after that, and she basically had to become a full-blown adult while I was still at Stanford partying on my monthly allowance. I… she… she can’t ever find out about the addendum, okay?”

There’s something he’s not saying, and unfortunately for both of us, Andrew isn’t good at hiding things. Still, I don’t push it, because I’m his fake fiancée, not his real friend.

“You’ll like her, though,” Andrew adds. “My sister, I mean. Everyone loves her.”

I bite my tongue. Jacqueline is the name of someone who has a country club membership and a Pomeranian. I do not foresee us bonding.

I take a long, deep breath through my nostrils. Two hundred thousand dollars. I’m doing this for two hundred thousand dollars.