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Two days later...

Sebastian

I breathed in quick puffs, running in place.

“It’s fifteen degrees,” Kennedy said, sashaying into the living room in tight leggings and a zip-up jacket.

“Perfect running weather. I’m just warming up.” I bent and did squats, feeling the burn in my legs. Not from all the running Kennedy and I had been doing the last couple of days, but all the sex.

We were training for next year’s New York City marathon and already signed up for the lottery. Kennedy didn’t hesitate when we signed up under the team, Dr. and Dr. Hart.

“Don’t forget your phone,” she said, sliding it in the zipper compartment of my jacket, then laid a kiss on me that had me dreading being out in the cold.

“Thank you, babe.”

I kept the phone on me to get updates on my dad, who was recovering from the surgery. It’d gone off without a hitch and his doctors scheduled him for discharge the following day.

“And I have something for you.” I reached into my workout bag which had been doubling as an overnight bag. During my dad’s surgery, I’d gone to my townhouse, our townhouse, and packed up to spend the next few days with Kennedy at her place.

From the bag, I took out a key.

Kennedy stared at it. “Is that?”

“Yep. Your key. To our townhouse. Whenever you’re ready to come home. I’m happy to put my head on a pillow here for as long as you need. I won’t drag you back to a place you felt neglected. But this is me saying, I want you to come home when you’re ready.”

I was ready the minute I saw her at Mercy hospital with Cal needing his arm fixed.

“You don’t like it here?” She spun in the narrow galley kitchen.

God, she was so adorable.

“I like any four walls with you in them.” The two-bedroom pre-war, high ceiling, carved moldings, parquet floors, and clawfoot tub were all the charming luxuries Kennedy wanted.

I had interviews lined up for January. Sure enough, several private practices wanted me. And I’d made my conditions very clear. A schedule designed for a human and not Superman.

A beep to my phone brought it right up to my eyes. Old habits. I blinked, reading. “Hold on a sec, Kenna. I got a text from Tristan. The guy sounds panicked.”

She leaned over my shoulder, reading with me.

I’m glad you worked things out with Kennedy, and I’m sorry if I’m interrupting all the makeup sex, but you’re not going to believe what I’ve gotten myself into here, Seb. Tell me what to do!

“He’s only three days into that cruise of his,” Kennedy added.

Details, please , I wrote back.

Tristan responded: One word.

Woman. Curvy. Innocent. A body that won’t quit.

Okay, that’s more than one word.

Tell Kennedy I said thank you. Took a dare and it was brilliant.

Only now the tables have been turned on me. You won’t believe what this woman has asked me to do. Me!

Fuck, battery low.

What dare? I texted back and then looked at my wife. I always thought she was brilliant since she kicked my ass in medical school. “What did you dare him to do?”

Kennedy rolled her lips in like she had a secret. “I told him to consider opening his heart.”

“On a sex cruise?”

She tilted her head to me. “It’s a fantasy cruise. Maybe he asked for the girlfriend experience and got more than he bargained for.”

“Or someone asked him for the boyfriend experience and he’s out of his depth.” I shook my head. Waiting for a reply, I watched the dots cross the screen while Tristan typed.

But the dots disappeared.

And never came back.

“His phone must be dead,” I said, putting mine back in my jacket. “I’m sure we’ll find out what’s going on.”

“Do you regret not going with him?” She slid her body against mine.

“Not on your life. Whatever the problem is with this dare thing, he’ll figure it out. He’s a smart guy with a good heart.”

“I got one of those.” She tapped my chest. “A good Hart. A good billionaire.”

I kissed her. “Me too,” I said because with those divorce papers shredded and burned, Kennedy Chance Hart was also a billionaire. My billionaire wife.

“I guess we’ll have to wait until Tristan gets back to tell us what happened.”

“I expect nothing less than a doozy of a story.” I smiled and snagged my wife by the back of her neck. “Now, where were we ?” I captured her lips. “Got any dares for me?”

“I dare you to skip your run this morning.” She devoured me, her tongue tasting my lips and tangling with hers. “Or delay it until you’ve had the proper...warm up.”

I knew once we hit that plush bed of hers, we wouldn’t be going running.

That morning, the good billionaire doctor prescribed another type of workout.

And my Kennedy always followed doctor’s orders...

Thank you for reading The Good Billionaire . Find out what’s happening to Tristan on that cruise in Daring the Billionaire . Read Chapter One right here ?