Free BILLIONAIRE ANGEL (Point St. Claire, where true love finds a way) by Robyn Grady Page A

a lookout perched on the edge of a cliff. Then he took her hand as they drank in an amazing view of beautiful slow-breathing blue sea.
    After inhaling a lungful of fresh briny air, Billy glanced across. Hawkish nose. Jutting jaw. An ocean breeze was combing through his glossy dark hair and a faint smile tugged at his lips.
    The way he held himself, the confidence surrounding him...
    If a girl wasn’t careful, she could fall really hard.
    His brow pinched like he realized he was being watched. When he glanced across, his white smile grew, lighting up Billy’s heart like a flare.
    “We’re not far away now,” he told her, looping an arm around her waist.
    “I didn’t know we were going anywhere special.” Billy was happy just to leave the world and its hang-ups behind. To be with, and hold onto, gorgeous Jax Angel for a while.
    “Fay’s place is a five minute ride from here.”
    Billy’s stomach dropped. Guess Jax saw the hesitation on her face. He pulled her close and nuzzled her crown.
    “Don’t you want to catch up with an old friend?” he asked. “I phoned ahead. Fay’s looking forward to seeing you.”
    And Billy was looking forward to seeing Fay again, too. It was just... She’d thought so much about this lately. She loved being with Jax. It just sucked that the two things she wanted most in this life were mutually exclusive.
    Hunting down that thief and being with Jax.
    Pursuing her acting career and moving to L.A.
    She snuggled into Jax’s side, breathed in his masculine scent. “This’ll sound weird but I’m not in that big of a hurry to solve our case anymore.”
    He pulled away, looked at her hard. “Are you firing me?”
    “ No .” She grabbed his collar and dragged him down to murmur against his lips. “I wanna keep you around as long as possible.”
    His voice lowered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    Billy’s heart squeezed. She’d made up her mind and she couldn’t change it. Not if she wanted to get real about who she was, what she hoped to be. As soon as they’d finished their investigation, interviewing the last of the ‘suspects’, she was moving on.
    She’d die if she had to sit in a room balancing books the rest of her life.
    Then an idea popped into her head.
    She coiled her arms around his neck and grinned into his eyes. “I was wrong. You’re way better than Ryan Gosling. Better than Chris Hemsworth.”
    “Right. I’m totally the next silver screen heartthrob.”
    “I’m serious.”
    When she pressed in against him, his palms rode up under the back of her leather jacket and he grazed his lips over hers. “You taste amazing, know that?”
    She persisted. “I bet the camera would love you, too. Your face, your smile, your shoulders.” She squeezed what she could of each upper arm. “ Hollywood would love you.”
    “Except I’m not a big fan of Hollywood. Too much crime for me.”
    “Crime is your thing . Cracking cases. Seeing justice done.”
    His thumbs rubbed her back as he emphasised each word. “You. Are. My. Last.”
    She rubbed his nose with hers. “I don’t have to be.”
    “Yeah. You really do. But I’m grateful your ruby ring with gold wings led you to me.” His mouth brushed her cheek, brushed her lips. “Now, let’s give the cars passing something to talk about.”
    As his mouth claimed hers, Billy eased up onto her tiptoes and clung on.
    She was super glad she’d kept looking, too.
    And, yeah, she was definitely interested to hear what Fay had to say.
     
    When they arrived at Fay Beckett’s home in a quiet town much like Point St. Claire, Billy couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was off.
    Something felt wrong.
    “When Jax called,” Fay said to Billy as she ushered her guests through, “I was like, why didn’t I keep in touch? So crazy. You know?”
    “It’s a two way street,” Billy smiled. “Time just gets away.”
    Fay had always been a nervous type. If she stood up front of the class and spoke, she’d turn