The Billionaire Cowboy's Carolina Girl (Contemporary BWWM Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Mia Caldwell
room around us.
"Stop flirting with my sister and get her to the hospital," Eleni said. She turned to me. "And call us if you need anything. I'm not sure about you running off with our star guest, but I guess if he wants to take you... and if that's fine with you..." She threw her hands up.
"I'm not even sure I need to go to the hospital," I said.
“Your ankle ain't turnin' right,” said Billy, bending down to lift me in his arms. “You gotta go and and least get some pain relief. And I’ll be my best horse that you’ll need x-rays too.
"This is not... this is not completely necessary," I said. He carefully hoisted me so that my foot was lifted and not pinched in any way. I breathed a sigh of relief. Even the little bit of weight I had put on it had made me want to scream in pain. "I don't need the hospital," I said, wincing.
"It might be broken," said Billy. "And I promise you, your sister and your friend couldn't carry you to the hospital or take you in a limo with a driver who don't care about California driving laws." I smiled, trying to ignore the throbbing coming back to my ankle. Billy's accent became more Southern whenever he was under stress. He walked forward to the door.
"I'll come with you," said Eleni, stepping forward.
“No, Lenny. It's fine.” I may not have seen this man in almost a decade, but I think he can carry me a sight better than you all could. I'll text you and let you know what's going on." Billy was nearly out the door, and I looked back, watching Danielle and Eleni. I knew they'd probably pop up at the hospital, but they needed to be at the event space for clean up and prep for the next day. After all, the millionaires didn't stop coming just because one of the MDM employees had messed up her ankle.
Billy Joe Wootton, man of my many dreams, carried me out to his limo and carefully placed me in the back seat, sitting so that my head rested on his lap.
"Donny, get us to the nearest hospital, whatever the hell it is." I laughed.
"St. Vincent, probably." Donny programmed it into his GPS and sped up. And just like Billy had said, he wasn't paying much attention to driving laws. I sucked air in through my teeth, trying to avoid the pain that was building in my bad foot again. That damn thing had caused me nothing but trouble for years, and it had landed me in the hospital on the night my ex had finally come back to me. Well, it was debatable what exactly might happen, but here I was, finally with the man I'd dreamed of for so long. The limo bumped over the Los Angeles streets, the orange sun setting over the horizon. I groaned as my foot jumped in the car.
"That foot's no good, huh?" Billy brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face. I shook my head. He looked in my eyes, and I saw the hurt and concern in his eyes. He remembered exactly what I'd wanted for my life, and he understood what my injury had changed. "That's why you're at Million Dollar Matchmaking with Eleni — she's your sister, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you were really accepted to the ballet?"
"I was. But I came down wrong during a performance of Swan Lake , and the bones didn't heal back properly. My ankle twists out all the time now. I withdrew the season after I started. You cant exactly dance point with a foot that gets injured every other day."
"I swear, Anita. I wish you'd told me. I wish I'd heard anything from you." He looked away, his face filled with emotion.
"It never would have worked," I said, closing my eyes and trying to remember all that we'd said to each other... and all of the emails he'd sent in those first few months, wanting to reconnect. All contact had fallen off at a certain point, and I'd never heard anything again. "We're too different. From different worlds. And now you're some kind of oil billionaire, raking in all sorts of cash." I laughed. "That's not me. I wasn't ever able to follow my own dream, and I'm making ends meet... but only with the help of my
"Stop flirting with my sister and get her to the hospital," Eleni said. She turned to me. "And call us if you need anything. I'm not sure about you running off with our star guest, but I guess if he wants to take you... and if that's fine with you..." She threw her hands up.
"I'm not even sure I need to go to the hospital," I said.
“Your ankle ain't turnin' right,” said Billy, bending down to lift me in his arms. “You gotta go and and least get some pain relief. And I’ll be my best horse that you’ll need x-rays too.
"This is not... this is not completely necessary," I said. He carefully hoisted me so that my foot was lifted and not pinched in any way. I breathed a sigh of relief. Even the little bit of weight I had put on it had made me want to scream in pain. "I don't need the hospital," I said, wincing.
"It might be broken," said Billy. "And I promise you, your sister and your friend couldn't carry you to the hospital or take you in a limo with a driver who don't care about California driving laws." I smiled, trying to ignore the throbbing coming back to my ankle. Billy's accent became more Southern whenever he was under stress. He walked forward to the door.
"I'll come with you," said Eleni, stepping forward.
“No, Lenny. It's fine.” I may not have seen this man in almost a decade, but I think he can carry me a sight better than you all could. I'll text you and let you know what's going on." Billy was nearly out the door, and I looked back, watching Danielle and Eleni. I knew they'd probably pop up at the hospital, but they needed to be at the event space for clean up and prep for the next day. After all, the millionaires didn't stop coming just because one of the MDM employees had messed up her ankle.
Billy Joe Wootton, man of my many dreams, carried me out to his limo and carefully placed me in the back seat, sitting so that my head rested on his lap.
"Donny, get us to the nearest hospital, whatever the hell it is." I laughed.
"St. Vincent, probably." Donny programmed it into his GPS and sped up. And just like Billy had said, he wasn't paying much attention to driving laws. I sucked air in through my teeth, trying to avoid the pain that was building in my bad foot again. That damn thing had caused me nothing but trouble for years, and it had landed me in the hospital on the night my ex had finally come back to me. Well, it was debatable what exactly might happen, but here I was, finally with the man I'd dreamed of for so long. The limo bumped over the Los Angeles streets, the orange sun setting over the horizon. I groaned as my foot jumped in the car.
"That foot's no good, huh?" Billy brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face. I shook my head. He looked in my eyes, and I saw the hurt and concern in his eyes. He remembered exactly what I'd wanted for my life, and he understood what my injury had changed. "That's why you're at Million Dollar Matchmaking with Eleni — she's your sister, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you were really accepted to the ballet?"
"I was. But I came down wrong during a performance of Swan Lake , and the bones didn't heal back properly. My ankle twists out all the time now. I withdrew the season after I started. You cant exactly dance point with a foot that gets injured every other day."
"I swear, Anita. I wish you'd told me. I wish I'd heard anything from you." He looked away, his face filled with emotion.
"It never would have worked," I said, closing my eyes and trying to remember all that we'd said to each other... and all of the emails he'd sent in those first few months, wanting to reconnect. All contact had fallen off at a certain point, and I'd never heard anything again. "We're too different. From different worlds. And now you're some kind of oil billionaire, raking in all sorts of cash." I laughed. "That's not me. I wasn't ever able to follow my own dream, and I'm making ends meet... but only with the help of my
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