Page 60 of The Runaway Billionaire's Inconvenient Baby

“How many times?” he scoffs, faking being grumpy. “Don’t call me that.”

“You got it, boss.” She winks, which also makes him groan. She’s not the only one who does this, teasing him about owning the island. Even though he technically doesn’t anymore, it’s not something that people around here are going to be quick to forget.

He takes it in his stride now, though, and people are coming to accept him. They’re seeing that he’s a good man, especially as he keeps helping us out with our community projects. I keep trying to stop him from spending all his money on us, but he keeps telling me that he has more money than sense and I can’t tell him what to do, much as I might want to. And even if I want to, I can’t argue with that.

Even though I feel bad about it, his money is doing good. That’s the other argument he keeps making. He’d rather his money go toward something that genuinely does good than frivolous nonsense like he was spending it on before. A year and a half ago, the Jacob that stands in front of me now would be unrecognizable as the man I met who wanted to buy an island just so he could escape the misery of his own life.

That man was lonely, sad. That man wanted to run. The man before me now is thriving in his new life.

“We’re going to get set up for dancing,” says Willow. “The big tent’s all ready to go, but I want to double-check on the seating arrangements and make sure we’re going to have a smooth transition down there.”

“Thank you, Willow,” I say, hugging her.

“I get at least one dance, okay?” she says sternly to Jacob. “Don’t forget she’s mine forever.”

“I wouldn’t dare stop you,” he says.

She blows us both a kiss and darts off down the hill, her hair flowing behind her.

“I’m so lucky,” Jacob says, mostly to himself.

“Yes, you are,” I say.

“Whatever did I do to deserve all of this?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Everything. You don’t need to earn it.”

“I love you so much,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.

“I never want you to stop doing that,” I mumble into his lips.

“Good. I never want to stop, either. Maybe I never will.”

We kiss again, this time with more passion, our arms looping around each other. It’s hard to, but before we can get carried away, I pull apart from him. “We shouldn’t do this here,” I whisper.

“That’s such a boring word,” he mumbles. “Shouldn’t. What if I want to? Dammit, I’m going to treat you to so many things on our honeymoon.”

“I’m counting on it,” I say with a smile.

We’re going to Europe. He’s taking me all across the continent, treating me to a lavish trip around the world before we come back and settle into our perfect little life here on Havenridge.

And it is perfect. It’s not much, but it’s ours. Nothing’s going to take that away.

“Oh, come on,” I say, holding out my hand. “I’m hungry, and I want to dance.”

“I think both of those things can be fixed,” he says, taking my outstretched hand, his fingers twining perfectly in mine.

“They’d better be,” I say, raising both eyebrows. “And then later, when we get back home… well, I was thinking, I always wanted a little girl. I think Alfie would enjoy having a sibling.”

“Well, then,” he says, his voice low with desire. “I think that’s a great idea. And even if nothing comes of it, we can have a lot of fun trying.”

“So much fun,” I agree and squeeze his hand again.

And together, we practically skip down to our reception, where all of our friends and family are waiting for us so we can dance the night away, celebrating everything we love about each other and this island. Dancing into our new life.

The End