Page 29 of Billionaire Romantic
“Wow. Well, there’s our one point eight percent point of difference.” She’s got a quirky little sense of humor that practically has me on my knees. “Are you close with them?”
“You could say that. They drive me crazy, but they’re also my best friends. We lean on each other more than we’d like to admit.”
“You’re lucky to have them.”
“I am. Even if they annoy me on practically an hourly basis.”
She smiles quietly. There are big holes in her life I understand only too well. Iamlucky that my brothers insist on filling the holes in my life whether I want them to or not.
“I’m sorry you’ve lost so much.”
She shrugs a little. “I have Grace. She’s like a sister. She lives with me. She met her new boyfriend through this same dating app, so she insisted I try it.”
“Grace is quickly becoming one of my favorite people.”
Lucky twirls a strand of her flaxen hair absent-mindedly around her finger. “Is your name actually Noah?”
“Yes. What about yours? Give me your first name, at least.”
“Lucky is my real name.”
My eyes narrow. “Yeah?”
“It even says so on my birth certificate.”
This charms me even more. “You look like a Lucky.”
“And you look like a Noah.”
I can’t tell if she’s teasing me. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yes. Noah’s the kind of guy who will talk you off a ledge or save the day when things go wrong. Always dependable. Trustworthy. Almost always honorable. A borderline control freak.”
I laugh. “You nailed it.”
“What, then, are Noah Steel’s wildest dreams?”
I’m not expecting the question and something about it spears me right in the chest. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me that, point blank with blue, blue eyes. Coming from someone as knock-out stunning as Lucky Irish, it hits me where I live. “You want the honest answer?”
“Of course I do.”
She wants honesty. I only hope it doesn’t scare her away. But to hell with that. I’d already run after her. “To fall in love.”
Her smile is beguiled, like I’ve caught her off guard. “Really?”
“Really.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not. It’s true. You can ask my brothers.”
“That’s very…romanticof you, Mr. Steel.”
“Guilty as charged. I’m always getting accused of being a romantic. I’m not sure why though. Out of all four of us, I’m the only one who’s still unattached.”
“Maybe you were just waiting for the right person.”
“Maybe I was.”And I’ve got the craziest feeling I’ve just found her.“What are Lucky Irish’s wildest dreams?”
