Page 55 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

I sigh, folding my hands across my chest.

“This is the third time this week, Bianca.”

“I know. I’m just going through a lot with Colton.”

Oh yeah. Bianca’s got a guy now. Some dude named Colton that she doesn’t tell me anything about. If I didn’t know any better, I would assume he’s a fake, but she insists he’s real.

Sure, as real as a figment of her imagination can be.

I sigh, already frustrated by everything. It’s not like I want to do this, but there’s not much else I can do at this point. I want to help Bianca, even if it means manning the counter for an extra couple of hours.

“Fine, but you owe me.”

“Thanks, Sara! I promise I’ll cover your next shift. You can go out on a date with your boyfriend,” Bianca teases.

“Yeah, true.”

I wish that were the case. After riding horses with Robert two weeks ago, his messages have been spotty to say the least. I ask him what he’s been up to, but he dodges the question.

I don’t even know if we’re really together. I want to be, but he doesn’t really respond when I ask him about his day. It’s weird, especially after how well we got along at the sanctuary. Maybe he’s had second thoughts about how much I shared of my dreams and goals. I just don’t know.

I’ve been focusing on my work and on the shelter as well. I’ve been working to get a couple of animals ready for the fall and winter. Winterizing the sanctuary is important, and I want to keep the place going.

Not only that, but with May’s health always hanging by a thread, my time’s dedicated to helping her more than anything else. That means that I’ve been doing everything but dating.

Not that I mind, but still.

Shaking my head, I return back to the present.

“Okay, I’ll head out to the counter. But soon you havegotto start manning out front consistently,” I admonish Bianca.

“I know, I know. Let me just get this last message out.”

I roll my eyes, annoyed but understanding. I get that this is Bianca’s first relationship, but she could at least care about others for a minute and do her job.

I adjust my black apron and push my brown hair into a messy bun. As I walk out, a throng of customers comes in.

“Welcome, may I take your order?”

I listen to their orders and jot them down. So far, it’s been drinks and a couple of sandwiches. Nothing too crazy.

The line thins and clears. The door opens again, and more customers show up. In the back, I see a head of blonde hair.

Wait, is that . . . ?

No, it can’t be. That’s the woman with the clicking heels from a couple of months back who got on me for the credit card machine. I’m guessing she’s here to make my life a world of trouble again today.

I take the orders, keeping an eye on the blonde as she approaches. When the last customer, a tall and portly gentleman named Greg, moves to the side, she stands there.

Next to her is Robert.

I grin, confused by this.

“Robert?”

“Oh, Sara,” he replies, looking away like I don’t exist.

I look at the blonde-haired woman, confused by what’s going on. She’s definitely the same Karen from a month ago, and her beady hazel eyes stare at me.

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