Page 18 of How to Train Your Billionaire

I’m starting to wonder if I’ll look back on my time working for him as one of my best detours.

“So, I should just embrace the scenic route?”

“Bingo!” he says. “Embrace the chaos, dance in the rain, and if you end up covered in mud, well, that’s just a free spa treatment.”

I chuckle. “So what’s on the docket today?” I need to run into town and pick up more laundry detergent, and some more snacks ...

“I’m thinking it might be time to move things along. I already called my assistant to make some flight reservations for us tomorrow.”

“Oh. Okay.” I blink at him. “Where are we headed?”

“Hawaii.”

“Really?” My voice betrays my excitement. If he’s tricking me, I’m gonna sucker punch him.

“It’s one of my favorite places.”

Another detour ... but this one, I’m excited about.

Still, I can’t help wondering—is this what life is like now?Just picking up and flying somewhere on a whim?

Before this trip, I couldn’t make it through a Tuesday without tripping over my own shoelaces or setting off a fire alarm. But ever since I got on the plane with Charles ... nothing. No disasters.

No spills. No flaming embarrassment.

Maybe he’s my good luck charm.

Or maybe being absurdly rich just cushions you from chaos. Either way, I’m not complaining.

Chapter Eight

Make Amends

Hayes

My cousin Hart texted that he had a suite for tonight’s Rangers game and invited me along. I don’t follow hockey, but I do enjoy it. And since Hart and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, him inviting me feels like an olive branch being extended.

“How do you feel about going to a hockey game tonight?” I ask Maddie, who’s making me another of those friendship bracelets. I already have sixteen of the things, so I have no idea what propelled me to buy her even more supplies.

She scrunches up her nose. “I’ve never been to a hockey game. Will I like it?”

I shrug. “They have cotton candy, so I’m going to go with ...yes, you’ll like it.”

The kid’s a complete sugarholic.

“Okay. I’m in. Do I have time to finish this bracelet first?”

I nod. “Take your time. We’ll leave in an hour.”

Getting out of my own head might be a good thing. A fast-paced and violent sport like hockey should do the trick.

I’m unsure if it’s my approaching thirtieth birthday or what, but I’ve been all kinds of in my head lately. And it might seem like I’ve lived a charmed life, but I’ve weathered many storms.

My parents’ separation when I was nine.

Dad’s rehab stint when I was twelve.

Mom’s shoplifting scandal the year after.