I Married a Billionaire: Lost and Found(61)

I did. My fingers, for some reason, were shaking.

I looked back up at Daniel, who was smiling.

"You know," I said, "there was a time when this is the kind of money that would have made a difference to me."

"I still makes a difference," he said. "Of course it does. That's how much he wants to own something you created."

I looked down at the paper again, and then up at the room. The buyer was walking towards me, his wife lingering a few steps behind.

"Hello," I said.

"Beautiful," said the man, gesturing towards the drawing. "What do you think? Have I named the right price?" He reached back, putting his arm around his wife's shoulders and pulling her forward, gently. "If not, just let me know. She has to have it."

His wife was blushing prettily. "It reminds me of being a little girl," she said. "I just want to be able to look at it every day."

"In that case," I said, "I think we have a deal."

They both smiled. The man shook my hand and then they both withdrew, chatting happily in quiet voices.

"Congratulations," said Daniel.

"Thank you." I tucked my arm around his, letting out a long, soft breath of air. "You know, I really am only with you because I want to be." I hesitated. "Because I love you."

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes," he said. "I'm beginning to understand that." He pressed another kiss to the top of my head, and this time, I felt him smiling. "I love you too."

He was right.

This was better.