She shook her head as she reached for the bottle.
“Then which one?” he asked, his mind racing through all the other types. “Which one of them from tonight would you choose if you could make one of them your own?” He held out his glass for a refill.
“I’d choose…none.”
“None?” he echoed. “Not even the one with a secret?”
“Nope.”
He studied her. “I see.”
“I don’t think you do, you big idiot. I’d choose you. The real you. You’re the perfect combination of all my favorite tropes. A little cinnamon, a little murky, a whole lot of delicious alpha yumminess.”
“In other words, I’m book boyfriend-ish?”
“Yes.”
“There’s one problem. Your description of me left out one part.” Stone inhaled deeply, prepared to give her his final secret.
“And that is?” she asked, taking a sip.
“Grumpy billionaire.”
Chapter 36
“You’re a billionaire?” Sophie repeated, as Stone wiped wine off his tux.
She didn’t bother apologizing for spitting red wine all over him. He should know there are only so many surprises you can drop on a person at any one time before they are eventually going to explode wine out of their nose and mouth.
“A grumpy one.” He removed his overcoat, slipped his bow tie off, and unbuttoned his top buttons.
“Then none of these revelations tonight are because you found out about my recent windfall, and you’re not secretly hoping to get your hands on my fortune?” she teased.
He cocked his head. “You had a windfall, and you’re now rich? Interesting.”
“I believe so,” she responded.
He tilted his head to the other side. “I look forward to hearing the story of your windfall on our first date. Say, tomorrow morning, for breakfast.”
Sophie took a moment to steady herself, emotions swirling. “Are you really willing to chase me?” Now would be the righttime to admit she loved him, but where was the fun in that? Not to mention, it deserved its own special night to be revealed.
“I am.” He smiled, the tension between them easing. “I’m quite looking forward to dating the woman who turned my world upside down with her smiles.”
“And this possibility of my being Magical?”Oh, my God. I might be Magical.“How will we research that?”
“That is something you’ll have to take up with Clarabelle,” Stone said. “She’s the one who put my brothers and me through our paces at boot camp, but I’m not sure how it works if you have magic without a wand.”
“I see. And if I am?” Sophie asked, internally pinching herself a thousand times a minute to make sure she was awake, and this was real. “Will my title change from Fairytale Coordinator to Fairy Godmother?”
Stone glanced at the liquid in his glass and thought. “I believe you could be a fairy godmother with the job title of Fairytale Coordinator.”
“I do like the sound of that.” Sophie giggled. “And this grumpy status of the guy who claims to love me? Is it negotiable?”
Stone sat both their wine goblets down, then moved into her space. “I think you’ll find him less and less grumpy the more time he spends around you.”
She placed her hands on his chest. “Poppie and I are a package. You get me, you get him.”
He placed both hands on her face. “I like Poppie. That’s not a problem. It’s a bonus.”
