THE BILLIONAIRE BENEATH THE RAIN
“You can’t keep rescuing me with money.”
He stepped closer, his voice low. “Then let me rescue you with love instead.”
The way he said it — quiet, sincere — melted every wall I’d tried to rebuild.
The rain began to fall again, light and sweet, like the sky was blessing the moment.
I looked up, water tracing down my face. “You know, Rand,” I said, smiling through it, “you have the worst timing.”
He grinned. “No. I have perfect timing.”
Then he kissed me — slow, sure, and full of everything we’d both been afraid to say.