The Billionaire Scrooge Next Door

by Olivia Hayle

“I was going to make… well. Something for dinner.” “Something?” I say. “That’s my favorite dish.” He gives me a crooked grin over his shoulder. It hits me right beneath the breastbone, hot and fluttering. “Perfect,” he says. “Do you happen to know how to cook it, too?” “Oh, you lost the recipe?” “It didn’t make it in the move.”

“I have to. You’re probably reconsidering dating me right now. You’re thinking ‘Wow, she’s a weird one’ and you’ll be driving back to Chicago tomorrow.”