Page 84 of The Billionaire and the Virgin

“Bill point two,” Rob said.

Logan grunted. “And you gave it all to charity?”

“Three charities, actually. One got the majority, but yeah. Two sister charities got an equal share.” He shrugged, and Marjorie knew he was pretending an ease he didn’t feel.

“Why?” Logan’s question was succinct. “You never struck me as the charitable type.”

“Because Marjorie hated who I was,” Rob told him. “And I wanted to become someone that she could be proud of. That seemed like the logical first step.”

“So you gave away a billion dollars for Marjorie?”

“More or less.”

Well, this was getting awkward. She could feel her cheeks heating uncomfortably.

Logan grunted. He leaned back. “It takes stones to do something like that.”

“You’d do it for your wife,” Rob shot back.

“I would,” Logan agreed.

The table was silent for a long moment.

“Well,” Logan said, picking up the conversation again. “I have to admire a guy that goes all in for something he wants. You ever feel like talking business, you let me know. We can start fresh.”

Rob’s smile returned, and Marjorie felt like falling to the floor in relief. “Thanks, man, but I’m holding off for now. I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve for future endeavors, but right now my entire focus is on one thing.” He lifted Marjorie’s hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “This woman right here.”

And Marjorie couldn’t stop smiling.

Epilogue

“Quit cussing,” Marjorie teased Rob, tucking her chin against his shoulder. “You’re scaring people.”

“I’m not fucking scaring anyone,” Rob growled, staring straight ahead at the card in his hand. “I’m just... fucking... pissed.” He punched a number on the screen of the test unit he was trying out. “They’re not calling my fucking number on purpose!”

She rolled her eyes. The man was terribly impatient. “We’re here to test the cards. That’s all. And it’s not like you need the money!”

“Bingo!” someone called behind Rob.

He tossed down his electric card in disgust. “That’s it. I’m done. It’s rigged.”

Marjorie giggled. Such a poor loser, her Rob. “It’s not rigged.”

“Rigged,” he repeated.

“They’re your cards,” she told him, and couldn’t stop giggling. “Your prototypes. You brought them. If anyone rigged it, it should be you.”

“Smith, you’re fired,” Rob called out, stretching an arm behind Marjorie’s folding chair and dragging her against him so he could nibble on her ear. That was one of the wonderful things about dating Rob, Marjorie decided: he didn’t care where they were. If he felt like being affectionate, he’d be affectionate. Be it nursing home or restaurant, Rob wasn’t shy about showing the world that he adored Marjorie... and it did wonders for her shaky ego. She loved the attention he lavished on her.

From behind the bingo caller’s station, Smith rolled her eyes. “If you fire me, you have no assistants left, sir.”

“Hmmm. You’re right. Never mind.”

“You could always re-hire Gortham and Cresson,” Marjorie suggested teasingly. “I’m sure they’d be happy to work for you again.”

“Hell no,” Rob told her. “Those two were completely and utterly useless. Like tits on a chicken.”

Marjorie snorted. “That’s an interesting mental image.”

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