Page 71 of Coffee Break with the Billionaire

“Silas didshots.” Leodie shakes her head. “What are you doing to him?”

Fenella catches my glance and it’s like she holds it gently in her hands. “Showing him a good time, I hope.”

“I had fun,” I assure her. “I’m glad Stella texted me.”

“Me too. I guess I could have, but I didn’t have your number until about an hour ago.” She grins.

“Bosses always have their employees' numbers,” I say, not about to admit I asked Sophie for it last night.

“That’s a good thing.” She stands at the counter for a long moment, and we just look at each other.

“Silas, flat white,” Leodie calls and breaks me from my stupor.

“I’ll let you get back to work,” she says.

“What are you up to today?” I ask, unwilling to let her walk out.

“Planning my party. Unpacking. Finding stuff to clean,” she lists. “I’m coming over tomorrow morning with supplies. You won't even recognize next door when I'm done.”

I stop myself from asking her if she’s ever cleaned anything before.“Sounds good. I’ll keep the lattes coming.”

“I might need them. What do you have planned for a Saturday night in Battle Harbour?”

“Euchre night,” I admit with a touch of embarrassment. “My parents have one once a month. It’s a prettybig crowd.”

“I had no idea you were a card sharp,” she marvels. “I’ve never learned to play Euchre. Poker yes—anything else, I’m guaranteed to lose.”

“Lots of trips to Las Vegas?”

“Strip poker with friends actually. I’m pretty good.”

I have to bite my tongue not to comment on that.

Fenella gives a big wave and heads to the door. I watch her go, and then realize Leodie and Wyatt are watching me watch her.

“You like her,” Leodie accuses once Fenella has left.

“You totally do,” Wyatt agrees.

“Are you dating?” Despite the lineup, Leodie stands with hands on hips, staring at me. I’m not sure if she’s offended by the thought of me dating Fenella or that I didn’t tell her if I was.

Which I’m not. I’m not dating Fenella. A quick glance out the front window shows her halfway across the square, her white jacket as out of place here as a snowstorm in June.

“It’s nothing,” I assure her. “We’re not dating.”

“It would be great if you found someone,” she says. “But she’sFenella Carrington.”

“I know who she is.”

“Do you really?” Leodie points Wyatt to the cash register before pulling out her phone. With a few scrolls of her fingers, there she is, Fenella talking to the camera as she rubs brown cream on her face with a brush. “Can you see the numbers on this, Si?”

“I don’t know what I’m looking at.”

“This is Fenella, using Nu-No contouring cream. She got over a million views.”

“A million people watched her put cream on her face?”

“That’s just one video. She has an entire series for Nu-No. They gave her a hundred thousand dollars to do it. And that’s just one thing. Instagram is full of her.”

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