Page 29 of The Good Billionaire

“Forever?” she said, staring up at me, her eyes glassy.

“And always.” I kissed her.

“I love you, Dr. Hart,” she said, as she had for years since we’d gotten our licenses.

“I love you more, Dr. Hart.Crossmy heart.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Two days later...

Sebastian

Ibreathed in quick puffs, running in place.

“It’s fifteen degrees,” Kennedy said, sashaying into the living room in tight leggings and a zip-up jacket.

“Perfect running weather. I’m just warming up.” I bent and did squats, feeling the burn in my legs. Not from all the running Kennedy and I had been doing the last couple of days, but all the sex.

We were training for next year’s New York City marathon and already signed up for the lottery. Kennedy didn’t hesitate when we signed up under the team, Dr. and Dr. Hart.

“Don’t forget your phone,” she said, sliding it in the zipper compartment of my jacket, then laid a kiss on me that had me dreading being out in the cold.

“Thank you, babe.”

I kept the phone on me to get updates on my dad, who was recovering from the surgery. It’d gone off without a hitch and his doctors scheduled him for discharge the following day.

“And I have something for you.” I reached into my workout bag which had been doubling as an overnight bag. During my dad’s surgery, I’d gone to my townhouse,ourtownhouse, and packed up to spend the next few days with Kennedy at her place.

From the bag, I took out a key.

Kennedy stared at it. “Is that?”

“Yep. Your key. To our townhouse. Whenever you’re ready to come home. I’m happy to put my head on a pillow here for as long as you need. I won’t drag you back to a place you feltneglected. But this is me saying, I want you to come home when you’re ready.”

I was ready the minute I saw her at Mercy hospital with Cal needing his arm fixed.

“You don’t like it here?” She spun in the narrow galley kitchen.

God, she was so adorable.

“I like any four walls with you in them.” The two-bedroom pre-war, high ceiling, carved moldings, parquet floors, and clawfoot tub were all the charming luxuries Kennedy wanted.

I had interviews lined up for January. Sure enough, several private practices wanted me. And I’d made my conditions very clear. A schedule designed for a human and not Superman.

A beep to my phone brought it right up to my eyes. Old habits. I blinked, reading. “Hold on a sec, Kenna. I got a text from Tristan. The guy sounds panicked.”

She leaned over my shoulder, reading with me.

I’m glad you worked things out with Kennedy, and I’m sorry if I’m interrupting all the makeup sex, but you’re not going to believe what I’ve gotten myself into here, Seb. Tell me what to do!

“He’s only three days into that cruise of his,” Kennedy added.

Details, please, I wrote back.

Tristan responded:One word.

Woman. Curvy. Innocent. A body that won’t quit.

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