Saved by the Boss (New York Billionaires, #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“Will you praise me after each answer?” “Only if you’d like me to.”

I’ve learned in my matchmaking days, it’s that beauty and appearance matters little when two people don’t have chemistry. And when they do, it doesn’t matter at all.

Her voice is interesting. Deep and soft, but with a distinct bubbliness to it.

Today really is good day, because I can even make out the shade of blue in her eyes.

“Eighty-five thousand dollars.” “Is it pretty, at least?” “Yes, it is,”

“It’s a woman’s watch.” “So it’ll make an excellent gift,” he says, lowering his voice. “Think about the monkeys, Summer.” “Right. You’re very generous.” “That’s exactly it,” he says. “And now they’ll all remember it.”

“I don’t have to believe in love,” he says, “to respect the fact that you do.”

“About what?” “I didn’t get you love by the end of three dates. I know, I technically lost the bet.” He lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug. “I never expected you to.” “Ouch.”

“Summer,” he says. “Yes?” “Sing in the shower every day you’re here.”

Finding the one woman you want when you have nothing to give. If the universe has a sense of humor, I imagine it’s laughing at me now.

Now I don’t think I’ll ever want anyone else.

“I’m going blind, Summer.”

“Just looking for more things I can help make happen,” I say. Before I have to leave you.

“I’m thankful I saw you, at any rate,” he murmurs. “Before it all goes black.”

“What do you do,” I whisper to him, “when the person you love refuses to love himself?”

“The people who care about you won’t judge, and the people who do? You don’t care about them.”

I gaze down at the diamond Cartier watch on my wrist.