Page 118 of How to Train Your Billionaire

I think about it. Really think about it.

“More days like this,” I say finally. “More mornings in the kitchen. More pointless conversations about Christmas movies.”

“With me?”

“With you.”

She smiles and digs a penny out of her purse. “Then wish for it.”

“That’s not how wishes work.”

“How do you know? Have you ever made one?”

I take the penny. It’s warm from her hand.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Good. You need more ridiculousness in your life.”

I close my eyes and make a wish I’ve never let myself want.

The penny hits the water with a small splash.

“What did you wish for?” Frankie asks.

“Can’t tell you. It won’t come true.”

“That’s superstitious nonsense.”

“Maybe. But I’m not taking any chances.”

We walk home as the sun starts to set. My penthouse feels different when we return—warmer somehow. Less like a museum and more like a place where people actually live.

After we’ve worn each other out—more than once—Frankie curls against my side, quiet and warm. “I should probably head back to Tessa’s,” she says, but she doesn’t make any move toward her clothes.

“Should you?”

“Yeah. I mean, we haven’t really talked about ... this. What it means.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her down beside me. “What do you want it to mean?”

“I don’t know. I’m not good at this stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Relationships. Feelings. Not completely fucking up a good thing.”

I laugh. “Neither am I.” I lean over and kiss her forehead. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Will we?”

“Yeah. We will.”

She curls into my side, her head on my chest. “Hayes?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m glad you made a wish.”