Page 134 of The Thing About My Secret Billionaire

“Drink water and take Tylenol before bed.” How I wish she had someone waiting at home to take care of her. “Love you,” I say as I swing the door shut.

She mouthslove youback at me through the closed window and waves as the cab drives off along the dark street.

I can’t take my eyes off the red taillights until they blur in my brimming eyes and turn the corner up ahead, disappearing from view.

Wow. I really have changed my whole life plan. All of it.

A couple of tears roll down my cheeks.

I can’t let myself be sad. This is thrilling and exciting. And I’m not losing Paige from my life anytime soon.

A car honks behind me. Shit, I’m still standingin the street.

I back off to the sidewalk and wave an apology, but the shiny black car doesn’t move.

Then the back door swings open and a face appears above it. “Hey.”

“Oh, my God!” My heart swells and soars, my stomach flips, and a giant smile erupts on my lips at the sight of Miller.

“What are you doing here?” I trot back toward the car and gesture to the vehicle. “And what’s this?”

“Well, after I’d finished the last bit of your packing, I ran out of things to do. So I thought I’d get a driver to come see if you need a ride home.”

He takes my hand and climbs back into the car, shuffling across the back seat to make space and pulling me in after him. “I was going to wait outside if you were still in there. But it looks like it was good timing.”

“The very best.” I plant my lips on his and allow myself to sink into the sensation for a moment. After a night at my place, he smells of my body wash again. And tastes like heaven and happiness.

“I brought you something,” he says as the car starts moving.

He reaches onto the seat beside him and hands me a bottle of water and a pack of Tylenol.

Thank God, I opened my mind to accepting that he’s a good guy.

“I knew there was a reason I love you,” I tell him.

Miller is already under the covers, sitting up in bed, checking something on his phone when I walk into mybedroom in my shorty pajamas with my face freshly scrubbed and teeth all minty.

“It feels weird in this apartment with everything ready to go.” The only things not in the boxes stacked along the wall are the bed, nightstands and lamps and the few of my belongings I kept out for tonight and tomorrow.

And, of course, the bag of things Miller brought with him when he arrived two days ago.

He puts down his phone, then reaches over to flip back the covers on my side to welcome me in.

“Thank you so much for coming to pick me up. And for fitting everything into the boxes.” I climb into his arms and he draws me against his bare chest.

“Since you wouldn’t let me book the movers to pack, the least I could do was come help.”

“Paying for the movers is enough of a treat.” I poke his perfectly chiseled nose. “No point paying people to do the part I can do myself. Except you ended up doing most of it for me.”

“Maybe it wasn’t entirely altruistic.” His voice is lower, more throaty. “Maybe I figured if I got it all done, it would free up more of your time and energy for this.” His hand slides up my outer thigh and under the edge of my shorts.

His touch makes me instantly wet.

Actually, who am I kidding? Just seeing him sitting in my bed made me wet.

Him even traveling here to help with my move to Grandpa’s house was a turn-on. Him showing up to pick me up tonight was a turn-on. And when he handed me the water and headache pills, I almost jumped him in the back seat of the car.

I’ve never imagined that someone doing thoughtful things could be so hot until I met MillerMalone. Until that stormy night when I found him asleep in the stable next to Petunia, his hand still on her from where he’d nodded off while petting her. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.