No ordinary Billionaire

CHAPTER 4

Sarah grimaced as she finished bandaging her foot. As soon

as she'd arrived back home, she'd made sure all of the glass

was out of the wounds on the bottom of her feet. Most of

the cuts were superficial, and she'd soaked them and added

some antibiotic ointment before wrapping her right foot in

a bandage. The cut wasn't big or eep, but she had a nasty

puncture wound that had caused a lot of bleeding. It might

be tender to walk on for a while, but she'd live.

She got up from the sofa and started to put away her

medical supplies, her small dog, Coco, right on her heels.

Coco had belonged to an elderly patient who had passed

away, and Sarah hadn't been able to resist adopting her. It

had been one of the most impulsive things she'd ever done,

but she'd never regretted it for a moment. Only six months

old when Sarah had adopted her, Coco had been smart,

easy to train, and alleviated some of the loneliness that had

played Sarah for most of her life. Maybe it hadn't been en-

bible to get a dog, but knowing that she wasn't arriving at

her cottage to an empty home every night helped to make

Sarah's heart just a little lighter. Now Coco was her constant

companion whenever she wasn't working, and the kids at

the youth center absolutely adored her.

Grady Sinclair had supplied the Youth Center of Ames-

port with a variety of musical instruments, and Sarah do-

nated her time to teach some of the kids the basics on piano.

Although Sarah had thought the Steinway baby grand had

been more than a little much for introducing kids to music,

she couldn't help but appreciate the rich, beautiful soul

of the instrument. She only held classes one a week, but

Sarah found herself stopping by the YCOA just to practice

and make use of the gorgeous piano every chance she got

her cottage was too small for a piano. Maybe someday she'd

get a bigger place and a piano of her own, but for now, going

to the center served a dual purpose: it forced her to get bet-

ter at socializing, and it allowed her to play the piano.

Thank you, Grady.

Beatrice and elsie never stopped discussing how much

things had changed since Grady Sinclair had married

Emily. The YCOA certainly had everything imaginable for