Page 16 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“You do?”

He nods. “Sure do.”

“Why, though?”

“You intrigue me, Sara,” he reasons. “I like that.”

“I see,” I finally say, taking a deep breath. My whole body feels on fire, and I try to put on a smile. But I never expected this.

He still hasn’t said much, and all of his words are a bit biting. But in truth, I kind of like it.

“So . . . .”

“Sara,” he begins. I look up at him as he narrows his gaze.

“Yes?” I squeak out.

“There’s a few questions that I want to ask you, if that’s okay.”

What kind of questions does he have? Are they serious questions? Or just ice breakers? My hands tap on the tablecloth. He reaches for one, holding it.

“Just relax.”

“Okay,” I reply, putting my hand down. I look into his eyes and see the little crease along his forehead. He’s frowning, but he stares with intent, like he cares about the answers.

“I want to ask you a little bit about you if that’s okay.”

I nod a little bit.

“Sure, ask away.”

Chapter six

Robert

I don’t know how to break the ice with Sara.

Usually, it’s easy. Figuring out the right things to say, telling them what they want to hear? All that jazz is quite easy. But when it comes to Sara, it feels like the greatest challenge.

The server comes over with the bottle of wine.

When he fills up the glasses. I clutch mine, taking a sip. At least it tastes how it should.

I put the glass down, debating on where to begin. I have to treat this like a date, especially if I want to get over her. Sara blinks, looking at me with wide eyes.

She’s just as nervous as I am.

“So, do you always work at the café?”

She shrugs and looks off. “Yeah, it pays the bills.”

“I see.”

“And even though you think that I’m settling for that, I’m not,” she explains.

“What do you mean?”

She takes a deep breath, and then a smile sits on her face. “I guess it’s just a step in the direction I want to go in life. The job is okay. I get my good and bad customers, but I try not to let it bother me.”

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