Page 25 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“Fair enough. Anyway, I’ll let you go. Just wanted to make sure that you got the message and that it’s on your radar.”

“Copy that. Love you, Dad.”

I hang up the phone, thinking about what he just said. A family vacation. I want to bring Sara, not just because of how nice it is but also because I want my parents to meet her. She’s the first person who’s managed to capture my heart in recent years.

And the first to make me forget about Maria.

I still have thirty minutes before I have to get back to the office. Even then, I can have Rebecca move my later appointment to tomorrow. I make my way to the garage, where my Bugatti sits in the reserved parking spot. As the engine roars to life, I back out and speed through the parking garage.

There’s one place I want to go.

I head down 61ststreet, where the coffee shop is. Sure enough, the spot right in front, where I parked the other day, is completely unoccupied. I slide in and get out of the car. As I walk inside, the door rings.

“Hello and welcome to—Robert?”

Our eyes meet, and I nod.

“Hey, Sara.”

“Hi, what ‘cha doing here?”

“I wanted to talk with you. Can you go on break?”

“Just a second . . . .”

She looks around rapidly and then heads to the back. A moment later she walks out, wearing a light green button-up andsome slacks. It’s simple, but it matches her allure, making her absolutely adorable.

“Sorry. Had to make sure Bianca had finished her lunch before I run off on her.”

“No sweat. I wanted to ask you something, and I didn’t want to wait.”

“Sure, what is it?”

I open the door and we sit outside, away from other people. I don’t want to bring it up in front of her coworkers.

“Sit.”

She plops down on the black metal chair, and I join her. My fingers drum against the table as I figure out where to begin. There are so many ways to do this.

Maybe asking her so fast isn’t the best idea. She leans forward, curious about what I want.

“What’s going on? This is the first time you’ve been out here in a couple of weeks.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ve been really busy.”

“It’s fine.”

My mind goes over the variety of different ways to approach this. Should I ask directly, or maybe weasel it in? This is a huge offer, and I don’t want it to come off as weird or anything.

“I’m just trying to figure out how to approach this.”

“You’re good,” she says, smiling. “Trust me, I’m just happy to see you again.”

I blink, taken aback by her words. She actually wanted to see me. Most of the time, when I went on dates with other women in the past, they were excited to see my money, not me. That was even before Maria, so a long time ago.

“That’s a welcome change of things,” I reply, nodding. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure work keeps you nice and busy.”

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