Page 8 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“There you are, Sara.”

“Sorry. Been a long day at work.”

I flop on the armchair next to the couch. Katie grabs the remote and mutes the TV before turning to me.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s . . . complicated, to say the least,” I explain.

“Yeah, no joke. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She rests her arm on my shoulder. I sit there, trying to process what happened. The customer, and of course, the number.

“Remember that customer from the other day I complained about?”

“Oh yeah, the rich one who got on your butt for messing up a latte.”

“Yeah, well, check this out.”

I slip her the receipt. Katie’s jaw drops.

“No freaking way.”

“Yeah, way. He came back, apologized, ordered a freaking cortado, and then gave me this.”

Katie’s eyes look it over and over.

“So, Robert, eh?”

“I didn’t even look at the name.” I never bother to check those. Sure, I ask for names with the order, but I forget them a second later.

Katie giggles, sitting back. “Oh, this is so exciting!”

“I don’t know. He was kind of mean at first. I don’t know if I want to deal with that—”

“Come on! He’s hot, right?”

“Yeah, and so much older than me. He has to be in his thirties, at least. We’re from two different worlds.”

That doesn’t stop Katie from reading this over again, giggling like an idiot. “Oh, come on, Sara! Older men are, like, so hot.”

“I know, but crushing on a celebrity is different. This is real life. Just because I find Ryan Reynolds hot doesn’t mean I’m going to date a guy that old.”

Katie pouts, scoffing.

“You’re such a goody-goody, Sara.”

“And you act like this is all just normal.”

She places the receipt down, and I take it back, nestling it in my pocket.

“You should call him.”

“Call him? I barely got a word in when I talked to him.”

“Yeah, and right now, you’ve been given the golden opportunity.”

This is ludicrous. I know that Katie’s obsessed with rom-coms and thinks that the guy gets the girl just like that, but this is insane!

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