Page 12 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“Could you get me reservations for a place?”

“Uh, sure. Where, though?”

“The Ruxton.”

“There? Are you meeting with an investor? Is there someone that I forgot to pencil in—”

“Relax,” I chide. “It’s a personal engagement.”

“Oh. I, uh, see. This is different.”

“It’s just someone that I met. I doubt it will go anywhere, but I want to make sure she has a nice time.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“I guess so.”

“So the Ruxton . . . when?” she asks.

“Eight p.m.”

“Okay. And what day?”

“Next Saturday,” I rattle off. My voice cracks on the final syllable.

“Got it. I’ll text you when I have those reservations in place, and good luck. I didn’t know you were even on the market.”

“I’m not. It’s just apologizing for my actions,” I reason.

“I see. Well, have a good evening, Robert.”

“Likewise.”

I hang up the phone, feeling a heavy weight in the pit of my chest. I clutch my hand over it as I take a deep breath.

What the heck’s gotten into me? I never get like this, especially when it comes to dates. I’m so used to keeping everyone at arm’s reach that I never get these kinds of feelings. And yet, when I think about our date, I feel something different.

Butterflies!

I close my eyes and shake off those thoughts. I don’t get butterflies. In fact, I’m only doing this to appease my guilty conscience for being mad at her in the first place.

Back at my place I begin to head to my office, but instead of opening my computer to do a bit more work, I grab my phone.

There’s one more thing I need to do.

Chapter five

Sara

“It’s just one date. Not like it’ll be anything serious,” I tell Katie.

“That’s what they all say, but I know you’re going to have a wonderful time,” she gushes.

I close my eyes, letting her do the final touches to my hair.

“Okay . . . look now!”

My eyes flutter open, and I stare in the mirror. Instinctively, my hands meet my lips.

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