"You are aware that Kagan is, like, the Jewish Smith?" Sarah said, leaning her arm on the back of the chair. "And that I probably didn't tell him that I could swim in money like Scrooge McDuck?" She wasn't an idiot, after all. She might have liked Jesse a lot - and for some now inexplicable reason (probably related to his absurdly long eyelashes) she had liked Jesse a lot - but they'd all grown up knowing that a lot of the time people were around them because of what they could do for them.

It had caused them all to develop slightly suspicious natures about the whole romance thing. Sometimes she thought the best way to deal with it was the way their dad apparently had: just pretend you didn't have money.

As for Grandpa...she was a little worried he was going to burst a blood vessel every time she saw him, honestly. The man was north of eighty now, and she suspect he and Dad were brainstorming ways to bury Jesse and his entire family is so much legal tape that they'd never see the light of day again. An idea, if she was really honest, she didn't exactly hate. She did want Jesse to regret the day he'd ever hurt her. She just wished there was a way to make him regret without feeling like the men in her family were playing knight.

She smirked a little, though. "Yeah, that's happened already," she said. "He got a black eye in before Uncle Jordan broke them apart and scared the fuck out of Jesse with legalese."