Page 102 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“I agree.”

“The weather’s pretty nasty right now, maybe we should get out of the city.”

“Does Miles owe you a trip on his private plane as well?” I asked.

“Definitely. How about you and me on a tropical beach, soaking up the sun, then spending the rest of the day fucking in a gorgeous hotel room?”

“That sounds amazing.”

“But you know what? Just being here with you, curling up with a book, cooking for you, and teaching you to knit…that sounds perfect as well.”

I shifted so I could pull him to me for a kiss. It was tender and soft, not at all like the wild energy that had just raced between us. “I think that sounds perfect too.”

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EPILOGUE

ONE MONTH LATER

FORD

Jay’s Gran quickly became a regular at the knitting circle, and Jay’s skills were developing nicely. He was working on a hat for me, and I didn’t care how wonky any of the stitches turned out, I was going to wear it with pride. There hadn’t been a day since we almost lost each other that he hadn’t worn the hat that I made him, and I’d just finished a scarf to match.

That night at knitting circle, Gran had taught me some new stitches as she worked on a delicate shawl she’d wear next spring. I was amazed by the beauty of the things she created. Jay said she was working on a sweater for me as a Christmas present, and I couldn’t wait to see what she came up with.

I hugged Eudora goodbye, and she leaned close. “Did you get everything finalized?”

I glanced toward Jay, making sure he hadn’t heard, then nodded.

“I’m so excited for you.”

“Me too.”

Once we dropped Gran off at her apartment—she was thrilled to be in her own space again after her long ordeal with pneumonia—I started driving. It took a little while for Jay to notice we weren’t headed home.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

He glanced at the clock. “Isn’t it kind of late for a drive out to see your grandparents?”

Jay’s relationship with my grandmother had greatly improved. She was not only more relaxed around Jay, but she was kinder to me than she had been in years, and my grandfather couldn’t be more thrilled about helping out with a German Shepherd rescue.

“It is. That’s not where we’re going.”

He frowned. “It certainly seems like it.”

“You do know there are a lot of other things you can get to this way other than their house.”

Jay snorted. “Of course I do, but none of them are places we would go on a Thursday night.”

“One of them is. You’ll see.”

He pestered me off and on to explain myself during the drive, but I refused to say a word until I turned into the driveway of one of the properties we’d toured in our search for a place where we could live part-time and run a dog rescue.

“What are we doing here?” Jay asked. “I thought the owner changed their mind.”

“He did tell us that.” The house had been on the market when we looked at it, and we’d both adored it, but when we tried to put in an offer, the owner said they weren’t selling after all. But if there was one thing I’d learned from both Miles and my grandmother, it was to never take no for an answer. Without telling Jay, I’d continue to pursue things.

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