The Billionaire's Touch

CHAPTER 8

Dear S.,

I'm sorry I didn't write earlier, but I lost power

at my place. I had to come into town for a

day or two until the storm passes. I live about

ten miles out of town. I hope you're safe and

warm.

Dear M.,

I hope you're okay. Do you have a friend to

stay within the town?

Dear S.,

Not really a friend. Actually, I'm staying with

the guy I was telling you about, the only one you

thought I should stay away from. Before you

war me away again, he's too so bad. In fact,

I think I like him. He was kind to me last night

and took me into his home. I think maybe I

misunderstood him.

Dear M.,

Then definitely don't dump him. Maybe you

should try to understand him a little better.

And yes, I'm staying very warm. I met some-

one who helps chase away the cold.

Randi hesitated as she saw her pen pal's answer. He meet

someone? How did she feel about that exactly? She cared

a lot about her mysterious S., and she wanted him to be

happy. She'd known all along that they'd never meet, and

she couldn't be selfish and wish him to be as miserably

alone as she was, just so he could write to her forever.

Dear S.,

I'm happy for you. So I guess you won't be

alone on date nights anymore?

Dear M.,

Don't know. It isn't really date night yet.

Randi laughed out loud. It was only Monday.

Dear S.,

Here's to hoping you won't be writing to me

on Friday. I hope she's good enough for you.

Dear M.,

She's way too good for me, actually.

So what about you? Are you going to be

available on date nights in the future?

Randi sighed and stretched her sore body in the re-

cliner, holding her laptop on her thighs. She'd put some of

her muscles into positions the night before that hadn't been