The Billionare

27

“I just want mindless chatter with my family, and we can’t seem to make that happen. Before we even pour a drink, I’m already questioning how quickly I can get my ass back to LA. Jo … my brain just needs a break.”

“Wow.” I sat up, rubbing some more suntan lotion over my legs. “That has to be heavy, so mentally daunting.” I held my breath for a second. “I didn’t grow up in a house like that.”

“No?”

I squirted more lotion onto my hand and set the bottle on the table behind us. “Dad worked outside the home. Mom was an artist and had a studio off the garage. Their jobs were different animals, so their talks never seemed to go there.”

“I wonder what that would be like—if my parents had different careers and the three of us boys had taken other paths.” He put his arms behind his head. “What the hell would we talk about?”

I laughed. “The weather and politics.”

“Man,” he groaned, “that sounds even more boring than law.” He smiled as he gazed at me. “Do you have any siblings?”

I reached into my bag, pulling out one of my floppy hats, and secured it over my head. “Nope, just me.”

He rolled to his side, bending his arm, holding his face with his palm. “An only child, huh? What does that feel like?”

“In some ways, a lot like you and law—there’s pressure.”

“All the attention is on you.”

I nodded. “Exactly.” I held my fruity drink against my chest and watched the waves. “You know, my parents don’t have other children to speak about who can soften the blow, like Margie is in residency, Ralphie is working on Wall Street, but poor Jo is still trying to figure her life out.” I frowned. “I don’t have the luxury of figuring my life out. I need to give them talking points and reasons to be proud.” I took a long sip.

“No matter what you do, Jo, you’ll make your parents proud.”

“Maybe …” I gulped down another mouthful. “But what I can say is, being an only child has made me fiercely independent. I don’t need anyone to entertain me. I’m not afraid of silence or being lost in my own head. I’m also not afraid of being alone.”

Another major advantage was maturity, something that developed naturally, more so than my friends, because my parents never treated me like a kid.

I hoped Jenner felt that when he was around me—that despite being young, I was an old soul for my age.

He reached across the small space between us, his fingers landing on my bare stomach. “I don’t know how you’re not taken right now.”

I didn’t know how to take that comment.

I definitely didn’t know how to respond.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his reply if I asked him to elaborate.

What I did know was that setting expectations for Jenner and me would make me vulnerable for disappointment.

In what could be.

In myself.

I just had to accept whatever this was.

Even if I had fueled it.

I took in his eyes as his fingers lowered to my hip, circling the small area.

“Do you wish you had siblings?”

I appreciated the change of subject, my brain needing a rest.

“When I was younger, no. But now, I do. And I have one—her name is Monica.” I grinned. “When you’re an only child, it’s fully acceptable to adopt a sister or brother, and she couldn’t be more perfect. She picks up after herself. She shares. She even cooks.”

He laughed.

I loved that sound.

It only encouraged me to keep going.

“No, really.” I clarified, “We live together so well, and she’s the most amazing best friend. I’m positive that no matter where we end up, it’ll be together.”

“Is leaving Miami on the table?”

I glanced toward the water again, a view I’d been admiring for the last four years. “I graduate in two months, and I have no job. The world is on the table, Jenner.”

“I assumed you’d stay here.”

I took the last sip and set the empty cup on the table. “If I take the job with the art dealer or the private gym, I’ll be staying, but I’m keeping all my options open. Our lease doesn’t end for another four months, so that gives me time to figure things out past graduation.” I paused as the waitress approached and ordered another round for us. “Be honest,” I said as she left, “is it strange to be hearing about this post-college-life stage? You’ve been established for so long. I imagine it’s been a while since you’ve thought about any of this.”

There were times when Jenner looked at me, and I could tell what he was thinking. I could read the thoughts in his eyes; I felt his energy. And then there were times when I was lost, unable to decipher a single thought.

That was where I was now—lost.

“Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve been in your shoes, but it’s interesting to listen about your journey and compare it to mine.”

My voice softened when I said, “Does it bother you?” I took a breath. “My age, I mean.”

He stared at me silently. “I never really gave age that much thought before you.”

“Because?”

I wasn’t sure if I’d regret that question, but I still asked it.

First, there was a laugh, followed by, “I think you know why, Jo.”

Because it was just s*x before me.

Even if our future wasn’t defined or our destination wasn’t set, things with us had moved beyond s*x.

That was where my brain went.

But my heart needed to confirm.

“Because I matter …”

“I think I’ve proven that to you.” He glanced toward the sand and back. “I’m here.”

I exhaled, the tingles now in my lungs and throbbing in my chest. “I didn’t expect to hear from you once I got home from Vegas.” His fingers hadn’t left my hip, and I intertwined ours together. “But having you here has been so fun.”

He stared at me but said nothing.

The tingles turned to a heavy ache.

“I’m going to say something that isn’t going to be easy.”

I hadn’t been able to read his eyes a few minutes ago, but I could now.

I could see his words as clear as the sky.

“If the circumstances were different …” I voiced.