Page 17 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

We walk into the kitchen, where Grandma is stirring something at the stove. “Oh, Leah. You’re here!”

I give her a hug. “Yep. I’m here.”

She gives me a smile, but there’s concern in her eyes. “You look tired. How was your flight?”

“Long.” I laugh nervously. “It was fine, though. And you look great, Grandma.”

At seventy-five, she looks like she could be in her mid-fifties, and her spirit is just as young.

Looking at her makes me feel like a failure. She’s been happily married to Grandpa for almost fifty years, yet I know I’ll never have what they have. My life just isn’t built for it. I’m too invested in the career I’ve put everything into. Plus, I’ve never met anyone worth putting down permanent roots for.

It would be nice, though, to have a partner. A family.

My mind drifts to Jack, but I pull the thoughts back. I barely even know the guy, and I didn’t go into his house last night with any intentions of dating.

It doesn’t matter whether I want him to call me or not. I highly doubt it will happen, so what’s the point in fantasizing about it?

“I’m making lasagna,” Grandma says.

I take a seat at the table, feeling warm and cozy all over. She always makes my favorite dinner when I come to visit them.

“I’m sorry this trip has to be so short,” I say.

Grandpa waves his hand. “Don’t apologize. You have a whole company to run.”

“There’s a lot going on there…” I trail off, not sure I want to talk about work. The app still isn’t where I hoped it would be this quarter, and things are tough.

Once or twice today, I’ve wondered if I should have just sold to Jack. Taken the money and run.

But then I immediately realized how crazy that thinking is. GourmetGlobal is my biggest dream fulfilled. I’m not letting it go, no matter what.

“So.” Grandma puts a cup of coffee in front of me, just the way I like it — cream, a bit of sugar. “What else is going on in your life, besides work?”

I take a sip of coffee. “Not much.”

She’s clearly disappointed, but she does her best to hide it. “Have you gone on any dates?”

“Er… no.”

No way in hell will I be mentioning last night.

You know what, Grandma? I did have a really hot hookup with this tech billionaire. You’ve probably heard of him. He owns half the applications we use.

“I read online about how hard it is for people your age to date.” She takes a seat next to me and flips open her tablet. “Have you thought about trying a dating app?”

I try not to cringe. The last thing I want to do is go on a dating app. My job is already stressful enough, and the thought of having to sift through countless profiles and messages just sounds like more work.

But then again, maybe it’s worth a shot.

“I don’t know, Grandma. It seems like a lot of work.”

She shrugs. “It’s not like you have to marry the first person you meet. Just give it a try and see where it goes.”

I think it over for a moment. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I do need to put myself out there more, even if it’s just online.

But Jack won’t be on there.

I stiffen. Uh-oh. Where did that thought come from?

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