Page 116 of Where We Bloom

It’s our last night in New York City, and I want her to enjoy every minute of it.

“Wait,” she says, stopping me before we can step onto the elevator. “Let’s take a quick selfie. I promised the girls I’d send one.”

Unable to keep my lips off her, I kiss her forehead and then call down to my men.

“I need you up here, please.”

“On our way,” Miller says.

Bee raises an eyebrow.

“You’re too fucking gorgeous for aselfie. We’ll take a proper photo,a ghrá.”

When the elevator doors open, Miller’s and Simon’s eyebrows lift in surprise as they step out of the car.

“You look lovely, miss,” Miller says to Billie.

“Beautiful,” Simon agrees with a nod. “We’ll be extra vigilant tonight, boss.”

I smirk down at Billie. “Told you.”

Billie passes her phone to Miller, who immediately passes it on to Simon, making Billie laugh.

“We need a photo,” Billie says.

“In front of the windows,” I add and lead her to the glass. The sun is almost down, and the view is beautiful right now, with Central Park spread out behind us.

Simon snaps a few, then passes the phone back to Billie, and we make our way down to the garage.

“Oh, these are good,” she mumbles as she sends them in her group text. “Aw, look at this one, where you’re looking down at me.”

She shows me her screen, and I immediately know I need that photo.

“Please send it to me, angel.”

“Okay.”

She sends the text and then climbs into the SUV.

“Okay, where are we going?”

“First up is dinner at 220 Park Ave South,” I reply. “It’s an exclusive restaurant not far from here.”

“Is it on Billionaires’ Row?” she asks, surprising me.

“Where did you hear that term?”

“One of the salesladies and I were chatting yesterday, and she said this part of the city is called Billionaires’Row. Because it’s full of the fanciest of the fancy, which makes sense because you’re here. So?”

I grin and take her hand in mine, pressing my lips to her knuckles. “Yes, it is. It’s an exclusive restaurant that you have to buy a membership for. But the food is incredible.”

“I’m so glad I wore my pretty dress,” she says with a wink.

Tonight is going to be bloody brilliant. Billie is charming and funny, and she fucking loves me.

Loves me.

“Okay, what’s happening after dinner?”

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