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    “I think you’re more likely to advance someone who didn’t have to take time off for maternity leave and pediatricvisits.” Dear Lord, someone really had slipped her some truth serum. She couldn’t shut up. “My career is important to me. I told you that from the beginning.”
    “Yes, you were quite vocal that day.”
    Why did the way he spoke make her think he was mocking her?
    “Laugh if you want to, but I’m serious.” She shrugged. “After I’ve achieved my career goals I’ll think about marriage.”
    Not that she’d want marriage ever. She was more than happy with Yoda. Her dog would never leave her for another woman—except perhaps Mrs. Beasley and her cutie pie Miss Cupcake.
    He seemed to digest her comment. “After you’ve achieved your career goals you plan to marry and have kids?”
    “After I achieve my career goals …” tired of the picking apart of her life goals, she gestured toward the green light that had changed at some point during their conversation, but neither had noticed “… I’ll make plans for the rest of my life.”
    Faith had already decided she wasn’t going to allow herself to be intimidated by the Wakefield family fortune. She just wasn’t.
    Yes, she knew the family was as iconic as the Vanderbilts, the Kennedys, and the Fords, but Wakefields were human beings, too, just like her. No better. No worse.
    Telling herself this and actually being able to keep her jaw from dropping when Vale whipped his low-slung red road devourer into the circle drive of a house that looked more like a hotel were two different things. Holy medulla oblongata! This was really just a house?
    “This is your family’s beach home?”
    He glanced at the lumbering three-story beige house with balconies jutting out on every level. “The East Coast one, yes. My mother had the old house torn down, and this one built a few years ago. Personally, I preferred the former one.”
    They had a beach house for each coast? Had torn down their previous beach house to rebuild another? Somehow, she doubted the East Coast home had been torn down due to being rundown. Faith let that digest. Sure, Vale had money, lots of money, but the side she generally saw of him could have been just another hard-working physician, not the son of a family worth billions.
    Except for the society-page photos with women hanging all over him. Those she could do without.
    Vale switched off the ignition, but made no move to get out of the car. Stretching forward, his arms wrapped around the steering-wheel, he took a deep breath. “Remind me why I’m doing this wedding again.”
    Wondering exactly the same thing, Faith tore her gaze away from the monstrosity where they’d be staying and unbuckled her seat belt with shaky fingers. “Because your cousin Sharon expects you to be here.”
    “And Sharon must get her way.”
    Did she? Faith had never met any of Vale’s family, but could only imagine that they must be used to the world bowing at their privileged Italian leather–covered feet. Just looking at the enormous house before her made her knees want to buckle. She was so out of her league.
    “Must run in the family,” she mused.
    “Must.” He grinned, opening the door of his car that probably cost more than triple her annual salary. “Let’s go in. I’ll grab our luggage later.”
    First checking her appearance to make sure she wasn’t committing some faux pas such as lipstick on her teeth,Faith reached for her doorhandle and was surprised when the door opened before she could.
    “What are you doing?” She blinked up at Vale. Lord, the man was fast. In so many ways, a total speed demon.
    “Opening your door.”
    “Why?”
    “I already told you why,” he said with exaggerated patience. “This weekend, you’re my girl. A gentleman opens the door for his girl.”
    A thousand birds took flight in her belly at once.
    “No, Vale.” She spoke just as slowly as he had so there would be no misunderstanding