Page 20 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

Sara

“So? How did it go?”

Katie stops the car in the apartment parking lot, turning to me.

“It’s a lot, actually.”

“Well, tell me! I need the details.”

“I mean, maybe inside?”

“Oh, come on, Sara! You can’t go out on a date with that hot hunk and not have stories to share.”

“We just went to dinner. It’s not that big of a deal.”

I’m kidding myself by saying those words. The date with Robert was magical, to say the least. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date that was fun. The few I’ve gone on recently were lame, and I wanted to leave before the end of the evening.

With Robert, I didn’t want to. It’s like I was whisked away to a magical world, one that consisted of just the two of us.I’d do it again, too, the second I got a chance,I think hopefully.

Katie practically sprints up the stairs to the door when we get home. I hobble up each step, this close to kicking off the heels. I know Katie likes them because they make me appear “tall and sexy,” but these things hurt. The moment we get inside, I strip off the shoes, relieved to be back on solid ground.

She walks to the kitchen and pours two cups of hot chocolate, sitting them down on the table. “Here. Drink. You know what we do. Hot chocolate and spilling the beans.”

I sit down, holding the cup in my hands. It’s warm and inviting. There are even a couple of mini marshmallows in there.

“Yum, just the way I like it.” But I’m so full from dinner that I can barely take even a sip.

“All right, let’s cut to the chase. So, how’d it go?” she asks.

I pause, trying to find the correct words.

“Magical. I don’t know how best to describe it besides that.”

Katie whistles, taking a sip. “Magical, huh?”

“Yeah. And I found out that he’s a billionaire.”

Katie’s hands nearly drop the hot cocoa with that one. She places it down on the table and then turns to me.

“Okay, you’ve got to be pulling my leg. A billionaire, Sara, really?”

“I’m not lying! He is,” I insist. I mean, I saw it myself. I even heard it.

“Wow. How in the world did you get so lucky?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the universe just wants to bring me some joy or something.”

“Yeah. Give me a bit of that energy.”

“You know I would if I could,” I reply.

We both laugh, taking sips of our hot chocolate. I put it down, gazing into space.

“It’s more than that, though. Sure, he’s rich, but he’s so down to earth. He doesn’t act like your stereotypical rich guy,” I explain.

“I see. Then it’s more like a Bruce Wayne-type of experience.”

I shake my head. “No, he’s kind of quiet and doesn’t really say much, but I can sense it. He’s not a bad guy, just . . . .”

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