Page 28 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

After my shift and drive home, I try to find the right way to approach this, especially telling her. I already know that she’s going to have more questions than answers for me.

When I step inside, Katie’s actually not glued to the TV watching the rom-com of the week. Instead, her nose is in a book, reading yet another romance novel.

“There you are!” she cries out.

Dropping my bag on the chair in the dining room, I smile. “Sorry, it’s been a crazy day.”

“No, you’re fine. I get it. I’m guessing it has something to do with our latte guy?”

“Yeah. Kind of.”

I plop onto the couch next to her, trying to figure out how to approach her. A million thoughts run through my head as I attempt to figure out how to start this.

“Well, I saw Robert again.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he came to see me at work.”

“Oh dang. That sounds good. Soooo?”

“He just wanted to explain something to me,” I finally tell her. It still feels surreal.

“Explain what? It’s not like he needs to explain how busy he is and—”

“No, he wants to take me out on a date. And to meet his parents.”

Katie blinks as she processes all of this.

“This is quite the development.”

I sigh, nodding. I still can’t believe this is real, either. “You’re telling me! You’re in, girl!” Katie nearly shouts.

I look at Katie and wonder what the heck she means. Clearly, she believes this is way deeper than it is.

“I don’t know about that—”

“Girl,” she interrupts. “He’s introducing you to his parents. That’s a sign it’s gonna be serious.”

“I doubt it,” I reason. “But the way he did it is strange. He doesn’t want me to meet them here.”

“Where then? On another planet or something?”

“Close. Bermuda.”

Katie drops her book, and I laugh. “Trust me, I thought he was crazy too,” I admit.

“Wow. This is really one heck of a development. You’re going, right? He must really like you if he’s thinking about doing that sort of thing.”

“Maybe. It feels more like he’s just testing the waters, though,” I reply. I don’t know how someone tests the waters by takinga potential date out of the country, but Robert may just be a wealthy, eccentric guy.

Katie grabs her book and puts it on the coffee table next to her cappuccino. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing, but it’s certainly a unique way to get to know someone.”

“He says he’s got property out there,” I reason, “and that I will have my own room, of course.”

“I guess that makes sense. Hmm. But do you want to go?”

Deep down, I do. Ever since Robert and I had that date, I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. I catch myself looking at the door more often these days in hopes that he might be there. When I think about him, a warmth floods through my body and a need pulls me toward him.

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