BILLIONAIRE ANGEL (Point St. Claire, where true love finds a way) Read Online Free

borderline, ballerina. He’d agreed to audition Billy when he was back in these parts. They’d made a date for one week from today.
    But now, as Billy glanced out of her living room window, she noticed a shiny luxury sedan parked on the other side of the street. The laidback driver wore shades and an impassive face. Only his mouth was moving while a set of fingers tapped on the steering wheel, along to a song, Billy presumed.
    Some wealthy folk had made Point St. Claire their home. The town’s beloved Dr. Damon Knight for one, although last Christmas the doc had planned to leave the Point for good. Then there was Dex Creed, a drop-dead-gorgeous billionaire who’d come to the Point for a wedding and had decided to stay. There’d even been a dot com magnate who had holed up in the Point’s lighthouse for a time, but Jack Mason and a pretty photographer had disappeared last October. Halloween Eve, to be exact.
    The man parked outside Billy’s place now, however, was new. And she was certain. He was here to see her .
    Billy dashed outside, jogged across the street. As she knocked on the driver’s side window, Jax Angel turned down the music, dragged the aviator sunglasses to the tip of his aquiline nose and sent over a lazy smile. After the window whirred down, Billy laid her forearms on the ledge. Bending at the hips in her tutu, she rested her chin on stacked fists.
    “Am I under surveillance, Mr. Angel?” she teased.
    “Why? Have you done something wrong, Ms. Slade?”
    Jax had made himself clear: he wanted nothing to do with the search for her stolen ruby ring. In his ‘professional’ opinion, she was asking for trouble. But he had been curious that day at The M Lodge.
    Curious enough to have tracked down her address and show up now unannounced.
    “You’ve changed your mind, right?” she asked. “You want to help.”
    “Some basic stuff. That’s it.”
    Billy could have kissed him. Kissed him hard . And not purely out of gratitude. He looked at home in the sleek lines of this vehicle. He was born to wear the exclusive gold watch circling the olive tones of his wrist. But rather than a towel or crisp business attire, this morning he wore yummy blue jeans and a casual button down shirt that announced day off .
    And he’d chosen to spend it with her.
    Billy rubbed her hands together. “When do we start?”
    “Ground rules first. From now on, you speak to no one about this case,” he said, “unless, or until, I okay it. Not police, or insurance companies. Particularly no contact with Garfield. That’s a deal breaker. Check?”
    “Check.”
    “And no flapping your gums around friends.”
    “But I have a couple of really good—”
    “ No . Now say it.”
    “I won’t tell my friends what we’re doing.” She lowered her voice. “What are we doing exactly?”
    “Digging around a little.”
    She sighed. “You and me. A team. Like Holmes and Watson. Like Bones and Booth.”
    When she presented her hand for a fist bump, he hesitated and then gave her knuckles a light knock.
    But his body language...the ghost of a crooked smile... She could tell.
    Jax Angel was psyched, too.
     
    “Anyone ever mention that you’re a darker version of Ryan Gosling?”
    Entering Billy’s home, Jax cocked a brow. “Uh, all the time.”
    “I can see you playing a hard-nosed detective, a toothpick hanging between your teeth while you interview some mysterious femme fatale.”
    Assuming the role, she hitched a shoulder up under her chin and sent over a seductive pout.
    His own lips twitched. “Needs work.”
    “We have time. After we’ve cracked this case, you might even want to keep me around.”
    Belinda Slade was super keen and inexperienced and more off-limits attractive than she probably knew. But he never mixed business with pleasure. Or not any more. This relationship was, and would remain, plutonic. When lines got blurred, things got messy.
    Got dangerous.
    Belinda Slade’s place sat on a quiet tree-lined