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A Lass for the Billionaire, #4

A Lass for the Billionaire, #4

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Love and secrets collide—a second chance at love, a first chance at truth, and a life on the line…

When Nurse Eve Stewart joins a wish-fulfillment trip to Edinburgh, she unexpectedly reunites with her high school crush. Sparks reignite, but billionaire Darius Dimitriou, still holding a torch for Eve, faces a moral dilemma with a secret that could jeopardize their rekindling romance. Can they overcome a sinister plot against her and his haunting past?

Main Tropes

  • Billionaire Romance
  • Second Chance Romance
  • Friends to Lovers


Love and secrets collide—a second chance at love, a first chance at truth, and a life on the line…

Nurse Eve Stewart is thrilled to lend her skills to a wish-fulfillment charity. Her excitement wanes, however, when she discovers it’s spearheaded by Darius, her old high school best friend—the guy who once gave her a heart-stopping kiss and then disappeared from her life for over a decade. As they work together, Eve grapples with resurfacing feelings and a gnawing worry he could ghost her again.

Billionaire Darius Dimitriou resists leading a charity venture—until he learns Eve, the woman who once held his heart, is the project's nurse. As they reconnect, old flames reignite, tempting him to believe in second chances. But a delicate secret he's honor-bound to keep stands as a barrier.

As Eve and Darius navigate the complexities of their rekindled relationship, an ominous threat emerges, putting her life in grave danger. With love and lives hanging in the balance, they must confront their haunting pasts and uncertain futures. Will love triumph, or will unspoken secrets and lurking danger shatter their dreams of a second chance?

Intro Into Chapter One

Evelynn Stewart pulled into a REKD Gaming guest parking spot and stared at the building. She’d heard about the company from Kayn, one of the founders, and had checked it out online. Finding out that one of his partners was someone from high school that she never wanted to see again had been an ugly surprise. If she wasn’t so committed to the idea of the bucket-list charity, she doubted she’d risk seeing Darius while she was here.
Her phone pinged, and Eve pulled it from her purse.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?”

“Evie, where are you now? I thought you were to come home for a visit before you took another job.”

Uh oh. Something was really bothering him. She hadn’t heard his brogue get that bad since her almost-wedding. After more than forty years in the US, her father had overcome the worst of his accent, but it got strong during times of high stress. When he’d first started practicing law, he’d had to be careful or no one in court could understand him. His stereotypical Scottish temperament fit his red hair. Fortunately, his anger faded fast. Bruce Stewart wasn’t the kind of guy who held grudges—except when it came to his own father.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Her father’s voice was sharp and full of irritation.

“Keep the heid,” Eve said, quoting in a Scottish accent one of the sayings he’d used on her often enough over the years. That usually got a response out of him.

He grunted and let out a deep breath. “I am calm. I told you nothing was wrong.”

Then why had he called? Certainly not to give her a hard time for not having visited Boston to see them often enough. She’d been home two months ago. Eve opened her rental car’s door and got out.

“Look, Dad, I’m going into an appointment for my next job, and I don’t want to be late.” She headed toward the building’s entrance. “If this job goes through, there’ll be a lot that needs to be done beforehand. I’d only be able to get there for a weekend.”

“But you said you’d come for a longer visit.”

Eve was close to both of her parents, and they were all independent. But he almost sounded needy. Was he sick? A twinge of alarm made her stumble in her stride.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” He heaved out another breath and added, “I heard from my father’s solicitor.” He started mumbling Scottish curses under his breath.

Eve blinked. It was a miracle her mother wasn’t calling to say Dad had had a stroke. He’d never forgiven her grandfather for disowning him for choosing his own future. Most twenty-year-old men would have been devastated by that, but her dad had come to study in the US anyway and worked his way through school. She’d always taken pride in her family’s toughness. On the way to his law degree, he’d gone after citizenship. He hadn’t married until he was in his early thirties and established in his career.

“Did the solicitor call to say he’d died?”

“Don’t you be getting disrespectful.”

Right. Like her father hadn’t just been saying all kinds of disrespectful things under his breath. It was too bad that Eve’s personality wasn’t as placid as her mother’s. She had a wonderful ability to act like a soothing balm when her father got mad. If he was defending his father, her dad was really troubled.

Eve had reached the entrance and stopped at the door, not wanting to take the conversation inside.

“Give me a break. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. It was a simple question.”

“You’re right. He called to tell me my brother died.”

Eve didn’t know what to say. Her father had always been silent about his younger brother, so she had no idea how close they’d been. She hadn’t met him or her grandfather, and she had no idea if her uncle had ever made an effort to contact her father. He used to joke, bitterly, that since there were two sons, the old man hadn’t minded getting rid of the heir because he’d had a spare. It’d always sounded to her like they were in line to inherit some Scottish title instead of a bazillion acres in the Lowlands.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” she finally said. “Did he have any children?”

“A son, about your age the solicitor said . . .” He let the sentence drag out like he meant to say something more.

“There’s something else?” Her poor father.

“My da had a stroke. It was mild, and he’s recovering well. Considering his temper, I’m surprised he’s lasted as long as he has.”

Eve didn’t miss the irony of her temperamental father making a statement like that. Was her grandfather’s disposition even more volatile? While she had no respect for a man who would throw away one of his children, she’d also been with enough people when they died that she knew they frequently had regrets. Was her grandfather wishing he’d handled things differently all those years ago and was now reaching out to his only remaining child? Would her father be willing to let go of his own hurt?

“Your father must be almost ninety.”


This had to be the longest conversation that she could remember having with her dad about his father. Her heart lifted a little. Her dad remembered how old his father was. As a home care nurse, she’d worked with family members who had regular contact with each other and still didn’t know that kind of information.

“What are you asking me, Dad?”

“Nothing. I wanted to tell you.” Her father’s almost sad tone turned cross. “And ask when you plan to finally come home for a visit.”

“Depending on the timing for this next job, if I accept it, it could be another month, give or take.”

He gave a disgusted grunt. “Your mother misses you.”

Eve grinned. “Mom and I talk almost every day, and she’s not pushing for me to come home right away. Are you sure you’re not the one who’s missing me?”

He started to bluster, like he always did when she accused him of having feelings. She’d wondered many times over the years how he managed to be so successful as an attorney with that kind of temper. She’d asked him once if he’d ever been found in contempt while in court, and that had sent him off into another one of his rants. From her mother’s expression, Eve had decided he had, and that experience had forced him to learn to control it. Nowadays, she thought she must be the only one who could set him off.

“Dad, I hate to interrupt—” She waited for him to stop his little rant. “—but I have to go into the building now for my meeting. I’ll come up either this weekend or the next. I’ll let Mom know which. Call me again when you have more information.”

Tha gaol agam ort.”

“I love you too, Dad.” Eve ended the call, dropped the phone in her purse, and entered the building.

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