Page 73 of Billionaire’s Game

It was a chilly day, especially for South Florida. It was in the low sixties. I liked it and was enjoying the change of weather. Other South Floridians probably disagreed with me as they walked around wearing scarves and down jackets as if it were ten below. I thought it was funny.

I had moved in with Magnus almost six months ago and I didn’t regret the decision at all. Waking up next to him every morning was my favorite part of the day.

Not that the rest of my day wasn’t also great. I’d taken Maya’s job once she was promoted to a new director position that was made possible by an anonymous donation of a million dollars to Ophelia’s Angels after we’d lost Brain Pain. It was hard to tell who’d gifted the amount. I figured it was Magnus, but Oliver was equally generous. Neither one would admit to it, so I guess it would always stay a mystery. I could have been way off base though, as it could have just as easily been Misha’s husband, Erik. I forgot that my life was now full of billionaires.

I never thought about their net worth, because at the end of the day, they were my friends and my family, not a number. And they were the most down to earth people I knew.

I got into the updated version of Magnus’s car and he surprised me by driving to the park where we’d had our first non-date.

“What are we doing here?” I asked surprised.

“We’re going to feed the ducks. I think they miss us.”

“Miss us? They tried to kill me.”

“They were just a little overenthusiastic. Come on.”

I followed him, but not happily. The ducks could feed themselves for all I cared. We turned the corner and I noticed that rose petals lined the way toward the pond.

“What happened here?” I wondered out loud. “Did someone have a wedding near the pond?”

And just as I said that I noticed that the gazebo where the teenagers had filmed my disgrace was covered in what seemed to be a million flowers, exotic tropical flowers, romantic roses, and delicate lilies.

He took my hand and pulled me toward the entrance of the gazebo.

“Umm... what’s going on?”

I was in awe of how the gazebo had been turned into a little bit of paradise. And then it dawned on me as Magnus lowered himself onto one knee what exactly was happening.

“Oh my God....”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. “It was my great grandmother’s,” he said. He laughed wryly. “It was the one thing my mother didn’t just give away.”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” I couldn’t help but say as I reached for the ring, “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”

He laughed. “I didn’t get a chance to ask you yet.”

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. Ask me now. Ask me now.” I was practically bouncing with excitement.

He couldn’t help but laugh again. “Lesli Cabot, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Now I was jumping up and down. He stood up and gathered me in his arms.

“I love you,” he said softly against my ear.

“And I love you,” I whispered back.

I’d left West Virginia to seek an adventure and I realized that with Magnus, every day of my life with him would be not only an adventure, but an adventure full of love.