Page 42 of The Billionaire Experience

“That’s all that happened?”

“That’s it.”

He continued cracking eggs, aware of his sister staring at the back of his head. She was probably wondering how the hell a beautiful blonde had stayed the night without ending up in Brody’s bed. He was wondering the same thing.

After a moment of silence, she asked, “Are you making me one?”

“Grab bacon out of the refrigerator and don’t give me shit about Reagan and I’ll make you one.”

Half an hour later, their plates were empty and another pot of coffee had been brewed. Jaylyn lifted a slice of bacon and munched on it. “I’m not a very good vegetarian.”

“You are when you don’t eat meat. Life isn’t meant to be perfect.” He sipped from his mug. “How’s the new place?”

“Tidy. Neat. Boring. I need something to do.”

“Like what?”

“I was thinking about taking on a project.”

“You want to work?”

“Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought you were content to learn and travel.”

“I was. Now I am ready to express myself in a new way.”

He understood. Traveling, learning about life, dating, and partying had been fun while in his twenties. Then he hit thirty and began wondering if there was more to life. Jaylyn seemed to have had a similar epiphany, albeit five years sooner than he had.

“I like to work when I feel inspired.” He sent a derisive glare toward his laptop in the other room. Hopefully Reagan would return soon, and in full Muse Mode. Otherwise…well, he had his doubts about spontaneous inspiration.

“I’ve always loved sketching jewelry ideas, and when I designed this a few years ago”—she showed off her skull ring—“I went to the shop and watched as he created it. It was fascinating. There were all these metal files and blowtorches?—”

“Blowtorches?” He raised one eyebrow. “You want to work in a machine shop?”

“God, no.” She shook her head. “But understanding the process helps to know what’s possible.”

“We have that in common.” He held out his arms to refer to the house. “You learn by immersion too.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. I think we inherited that from Dad, don’t you?”

“That, and a resistance to putting down roots.” If there was one thing O had taught his children, it was to stay mobile. The man rarely stopped, but it had served him well.

“I’ve been working on new designs.” Jaylyn scratched her nail on the kitchen table’s surface as if shy about admitting that. “I kind of want to try to sell some of my original designs. It would be fun to take special orders. Like commissions.”

There was no denying her cautious excitement.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“You do?” Her eyebrows lifted.

“Absolutely. You don’t need anyone’s permission. Go do it. Try it out. See if you like it.”

“Yeah. I could just…try it out.”

“You come from a long line of entrepreneurs, J. There’s no way you won’t succeed. It’s in your blood.”

“Thanks.” She stood from the table. “I’m going to shop for office furniture. If I’m an entrepreneur, my apartment should reflect that vibe.”

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