Page 134 of Billion Dollar Revenge

I saunter off, but he comes around and slams me against his door, his hot breath on my ear. One hand on my hip, the other on my neck, he says, “You think this is funny? Google edging, baby, because that’s what you’re getting tonight.”

Epilogue 2

Chelsea

A few months later

I only have afew minutes left before I need to be outside for Evan to pick me up. I finish typing the last sentence in my draft of a new eBook. It’s going to be a beginner's guide to mat Pilates at home. After taking on the studio, I realized I wanted to offer more. All my classes are full with waitlists. I needed to figure out a way to help more clients.

The books will be available through my website for purchase. I’ll also offer new guides for pre-and post-natal pregnancy. It will take a few months to make each eBook, but I’m having fun making them while the trainers teach the classes.

I’ve been able to take a step back into a managerial role, and I only teach a few classes a week because I’m not ready to give up that part of my life yet.

I quickly close my computer down, put my coat on, grab my suitcase, say goodbye to Colby, and head downstairs.

Evan’s car isn’t here yet, when a gust of wind picks up. I check the time on my watch and see it’s exactly ten in the morning.

He’s due any second.

His driver pulls up and Evan exits the side door, holding a bunch of white gardenias.

I smile immediately.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Shell baby. Are you ready to go?”

I nod and step closer, grabbing the gardenias from his outstretched hand. His hand grabs my hip, careful not to squash the flowers, and kisses me.

For a moment, I forget where we are until his lips leave mine.

He takes my bag and puts it in the trunk. As I climb into the car, he slips in beside me.

I keep the gardenias in my hand, a little confused by the flowers because he asked me to pack for a holiday.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s only one place at Thanksgiving I would love to visit.”

“Will your family be there?”

“No.”

“But your gram.”

“She’s encouraging this.”

My forehead wrinkles. “Okay. So where?”

His eyes wrinkle from the irresistibly devastating grin he’s wearing.

“Connecticut.”

Unable to hold back my glee, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. I whisper into his coat, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

His hand rubs my back up and down.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he says. “Now buckle up, we have a helicopter to catch.”

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