Page 85 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“I like you, Sara. A LOT! I like seeing you succeed, and I want a future with you in any sort of way. Can you let me have this?”

“Of course. A future with you sounds perfect, Robert, and I’m ready for whatever it brings us.”

His grip tightens, and I lean into it. As the waves continue ebbing and flowing against our ankles, time passes and I only focus on one thing.

The future. A life between us, shared just as we both want it.

That’s all I want, and I know from Robert’s words it’s what he wants, too.

Chapter thirty

Robert

“So, you’re leaving tomorrow?”

I hold the phone tighter to my ear to make out the muffled sound of my father on the other line.

“Yes. I told you, Robert, that we were going be moving in the next month.”

I look at the calendar. Sure, he did, but after what happened with Sara and all of the changes, I kind of forgot.

“I see.”

“Are you free tonight? I know Mom’s tired, but we’d love to see you before we disappear halfway across the world.”

I look at the schedule for the day. I planned on going to the sanctuary to check on May and Sara, but I could always go another night.

“I am. Is it okay if I bring someone?”

Silence follows. I bite my lip, praying that Dad doesn’t get upset.

“Sure. We’ll see you tonight.”

We agree to meet at an Italian restaurant near the office. I immediately text Sara, saying that plans have changed, and we are going to see my parents if that is okay. She says that it’s fine, but I know she’s probably just as annoyed as I am about the change.

Granted, I probably should’ve seen them before they left ages ago. I had some big changes, however. It’s not like I expected Sara to agree to come back into my life or for me to be able to step in and fix the financial mess with the sanctuary.

The collectors are off their backs, but the money didn’t go through right away due to a couple of accounts being frozen. My accountant was just worried my account got hacked, but I assured her that wasn’t the case. Luckily, the financial confusion fixed itself immediately.

I sigh and rub my temples. As much as I don’t want to see my parents, I must, and probably hear all their negativity again.

At five on the dot, I drive over to Sara’s, and her roommate opens the door.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Hey. Is Sara here and ready?” I ask.

“Let me take a look,” she says, closing the door for a moment. “Hey Sara, your boyfriend’s here!”

Footsteps patter as Sara approaches the door, grinning. A black dress with leggings frames her body. A gold cross-body bag sits across her shoulder, little pearl earrings decorate her ears, and she slips her black heels on to finish off the total look.

“Hey there. You look amazing,” I say, taking in her beauty. Her curves look even more alluring with the simple, sophisticated black dress.

“Thanks. Katie helped me pick it out.”

I look over, seeing her roommate. She smiles, extending her hand.

“Katie. Yeh, I know. You’re the Cassanova that my friend’s head over heels for.”

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