The Doctor's Damsel (Men of the Capital Book 3) by Cara Nelson

comfort you. I won’t be any trouble, I swear. I won’t embarrass you...I’ll even leave the dildo at home! I won’t even try to seduce you in your parents’ house. Scout’s honor.” She tried to make the scout sign, but couldn’t decide if it was three fingers or two that she was meant to hold up earnestly.
    “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not staying at my parents’ house.”
    “We?”
    “We. I’d love for you to come. I thought of it, but I didn’t know if it was too soon to ask you to tag along for my family drama. Also, my dad’s on like his fourth wife now, but my mom is in Germany for the—for the family emergency and to see me. So it’ll be awkward, and they have all of these blighted hopes for me.”
    “I can come?” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him excitedly. “Let me call my sister. I know she’ll lend me the money for a ticket.” Becca bounced on her toes with enthusiasm as she looked for her phone.
    “No. Becca, that won’t be necessary,” he said stonily.
    She looked up at him, anxious. “I want to go, Abe. Seriously. You just said you’d love for me to come along.” She dropped onto the couch dejectedly, bracing herself for the speech about how he just wasn’t that in to her.
    “I do want you to go. There’s nothing I can think of that would help half as much as having you by my side on this trip. I mean it won’t be necessary for you to borrow money for a ticket. I have money.”
    “I’m not letting you buy my ticket. I’ll pay Hannah back. I always do. Admittedly, I’ve never borrowed money for a trip to Europe before, so it may take a while to get it paid off, but I can do it,” Becca insisted bravely.
    “We’re not flying commercial, Becca. Opa’s jet will pick us up at a private airfield at ten sharp. Don’t worry about whether I can afford a plane ticket for you. I have a trust fund so embarrassingly big I could live off the interest in a villa by the sea if the notion struck me. I used some of it for tuition, but I haven’t touched it since I completed my internship,” Abe confessed a little sheepishly.
    “So you’re rich?”
    “Well, yes.”
    “Like, mega rich?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
    “Not mega rich. On a scale of slightly rich like those people that win ten million dollars in the lottery, to mega rich like your sister’s fiancé that billionaire mogul, I’d estimate that my Opa and Oma are mega rich. My dad was mega rich before he took up divorcing a succession of younger women as an expensive hobby. I’m just, I suppose, moderately rich.”
    “Like, we can stay at a place that has a big bathtub and those fluffy white robes?”
    “The fluffiest money can buy, Bec. If you’ll come with me, I’ll give you anything you want.” He cracked a smile and she hugged him.
    “I just want to be with you,” she said, meaning every word so hard that tears sprang to her eyes.
    “Candy bar?”
    “Why exactly do you have a bag full of candy?”
    “It’s an old habit. A bad habit, I guess, from my med school days. When there were exams coming up or we had finals in clinical, some of the guys would take pills to stay up and study and then pills to kill the anxiety. I always self-medicated with sugar. So whenever I’m really dreading something, I stock up.”
    “Any flavor that’s particularly effective?” Becca asked.
    “Anything with nuts. I like a satisfying crunch,” he said.
    “Hmm. I was talking to my sister about how the singing dildo would be useful to shell nuts with. So if we ever decide to make homemade cookies or anything, we can use that to crack the nuts,” she said.
    “As much as men love hearing about the variety of ways you know to crack nuts, let’s save the dildo bashing for another occasion.”
    “Okay, I need to go pack anyhow. I’ll just grab a candy bar to eat on the way home.”
    “Stay with me tonight. Please. I’ll buy you clothes at the airport or when we get there. I don’t