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

by Olivia Hayle

Tristan’s smile just widens further, and despite my words, we both know I’m still thrilled for him. He’d found happiness in a way that had been denied him for years.

Picking out the colors and shapes that would look good on Summer doesn’t seem like a nuisance at all.

The golden looks no worse for wear, sitting on his haunches and keeping an eye out on the street, like he’s determined to keep her safe. I approve.

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

“Sing in the shower every day you’re here.”

I don’t know why I’m different around you. Why I like myself more when you’re next to me.

Summer smiles against me. I didn’t think there was anything better than seeing that smile, but feeling it against my own lips tops it.

I’ve never thought I had an addictive personality, but clearly, I’d just never tried the right drug. Because Summer is all I crave. Here, in this small, eclectic apartment, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. All the shit I don’t like to deal with—the shit I ignore—can’t touch us here. Here, I have fun. I’m alive.

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

“I dated an intern at the company I was CEO of,” Tristan replies. “I’m not about to judge.” “Turned out great for you, though.” “Best mistake I ever made,” he agrees.

I remember sitting next to him, devastated, when he told me about the news of his sister’s death. Of his decision to adopt Joshua. I hadn’t run away then. He won’t now.

“I like who I am with you too,” I murmur. “But I want to be that man all the time. I’m working toward being him, baby.”

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

But the thing is, I might have lost that game, but I still won in the end. Opate is doing better than ever and here I am, sitting with a future guide dog in my lap, and you beside me. I saved Opate, but you saved me.”