Page 19 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

Josie

With my steaming cup of coffee grasped firmly between my palms, I pad out the back door of the villa, past the pool, and across the manicured lawn to take in the early morning view of the ocean far below.

The wind rustles against my silk robe—a cute gift from Chloe to all the bridesmaids—as I take a sip of my coffee.

The whole wedding party had danced late into the night, well past the time when most of the other guests had left—and then we’d all finally made it back to the villa where we’d collapsed in our respective rooms. Will had snuck into mine, where we’d dozed in each other’s arms until just a few minutes ago when I’d woken up and was unable to fall back asleep .

I’m afraid you might still be off limits .

Will’s words from last night ring in my head, and I bite my lip.

I want to tell her so badly. And I have to.

I’m just so afraid of what she’ll say. She and Turner are heading off on their honeymoon to Costa Rica this afternoon where they’ll tube down waterfalls and hike mountains.

I don’t want that heavy of a conversation weighing over her during that trip, so I plan to bring it up once we’re all home in Boston.

And I hope against hope that she’ll be okay with it.

Because after years of this crush, the mind-blowing sex, and spending last night wrapped peacefully in his arms, I don’t think there’s any option left for me other than to simply be with Will . There’s no going back.

I hear the creak of a door across the yard, and I turn to see a familiar set of blonde curls. I smile. “Hey,” I greet as Chloe walks up to me, carrying a cup of coffee as well.

She smiles and comes to stand next to me, staring out at the ocean view .

“It was a beautiful wedding, Chloe,” I say, shooting her a soft smile.

“It was, wasn’t it?” she says with a giggle.

We stand in comfortable silence as the sound of distant crashing waves floats up to us.

Finally, Chloe breaks the silence. “Josie?”

I look at her, raising an eyebrow and waiting.

She smiles, but there’s something mischievous in it. “Do you have something to tell me?”

I freeze, and I simply stare back at her. There’s no possible way she’s thinking of what I’m thinking of. “What do you mean?” I press.

She laughs, taking a sip of her coffee and staring at me conspiratorially over the rim of her mug. “Come on,” she says when she’s done. “I’m your best friend, you’re supposed to tell me everything.”

I bite my lip. Does she … know ?

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Turner said he saw you and Will sneaking off somewhere at the reception last night,” she comes out and says. “Wanna elaborate?”

Fuck. Okay, so she does know. I grimace. “God, I’m sorry, Chloe. I wanted to tell you, I really did. But I didn’t want to ruin your wedding, and I didn’t want to ruin us, and everything, and it just happened, and—”

“Whoa, Josie, I’m not mad,” Chloe says, reaching out to grab my arm.

I stare at her in shock. “You’re not?” I echo.

Chloe laughs, throwing her head back. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because he’s your brother.”

“And you’re my best friend. You’re two of my favorite people in the world, and I want you both to be happy.”

I blink, her words slowly settling into my brain. “You’re not mad,” I echo .

She shakes her head. “I’m not mad, I’m ecstatic.” She giggles, and slowly I join in, and then we’re both full blown laughing, trying not to spill our coffee.

“So Turner guessed it?” I ask.

She snorts. “Turner said he thought something was up between you two over the bachelorette weekend. And then he saw Will sneak into your room last night.”

I widen my eyes in horror. “I thought we were being discreet.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, definitely not.”

I laugh harder.

“So, you two, like, dating?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I grin. “As of last night, he’s officially my boyfriend.”

Chloe squeals. “You know, Cabo is a great place to have a wedding.” She elbows me, and I roll my eyes .

A sound from the villa has us both turning around to see Turner and Will taking seats on the patio furniture, steaming cups of coffee in their hands as well.

“I should probably pack up a bunch my things before the day gets away from me,” Chloe says. “But when we’re back in Boston, I need all the details about you and Will. Well … maybe skip a few. But most of the details.”

I laugh. “Most of the details—got it.”

She saunters over to Will and Turner, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of Turner’s head.

I can’t hear their conversation from here, but I see her turning to Will, and his expression morphs into one of concern, then laughter.

They chat for a few moments before Chloe tugs Turner up out of his chair and they disappear back into the villa, probably to go pack up their things.

Will sees me from across the yard and makes his way over to me. His hair is still tousled from sleep, and he looks about as adorable as I’ve ever seen him. He walks up, wrapping his arms around me as we take in the view.

“So Chloe knows, huh?” he says softly.

I giggle. “Yeah, I guess we aren’t that discreet.”

“And she didn’t kill us,” he adds.

“Lucky us,” I murmur.

“Damn, I should have started dating you a long time ago.”

I nuzzle my head back against his chest. “Yeah, bad call on your part,” I tease.

I feel him shrug. “Better late than never.”

“Y eah,” I agree, twirling around in his arms so I can see those gorgeous blue eyes. I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Better late than never.”

The End