Page 11 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“Great! But uh, where do you want to meet up?”

“I don’t meet up at people’s houses on the first date. Let’s rendezvous at the coffee shop.”

“Okay. That sounds fine.”

“Great. I’ll talk with you soon.”

After I hang up, I realize that for the first time in who knows how long, I feel a strange feeling in my heart.

Excitement. Hope?

I’ve never felt this way since Maria. In the past, I’ve gone out with a few women in an attempt to forget about her. However, every time it ended up in interests that differed, or I felt nothing at all.

And yet, when I asked out Sara, I felt something deep in my heart. A little twinge of excitement, something foreign to me otherwise.

It probably won’t turn into anything. I mean, I keep trying because I need to get Maria out of my head. I can focus on my business and on being by myself once I shut down those feelings.

And yet, despite thinking this, her presence lingers at the forefront of my mind.

I get up and sigh. I can’t stay here. The clock shows after eight pm. Usually I stay here for another two hours during the week, but tonight I don’t want to.

Locking up and heading out to the car I hear my phone buzz.

“Who now?” I mutter, grabbing it. It’s Rebecca. What the heck does she want at this hour? I press the green button and then place my phone on the mount.

“What is it?” I start.

“Hey, Robert. Just wanted to see if that closing was filed yet—”

“It’ll be done tomorrow.”

“Oh. I see. Are you still at the office?”

“About to leave.”

“A little early for you, don’t you think?” he reasons.

“I needed to get out,” I explain. “I don’t want to stay here too late.”

“Ah, finally setting boundaries. Something the rest of us need to do too.”

A dry chuckle escapes my lips at those words. I’m not the only one with a bad series of habits when it comes to running a business.

“I’ll be in tomorrow and get that done first thing.”

“Very good.”

I hesitate, wondering if I should ask her to do this.

“If you don’t need anything more, I’m going to hang up and—”

“Wait a second.”

I think about where to go. This is just a meager first date, but I want to take her somewhere special.

“What is it, sir?”

I purse my lips at his cheeky use of the word “sir,” as it is her way of pushing my buttons and I chuckle. Rebecca takes care of all of my appointments. This includes personal engagements.

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