Page 21 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

“The owner of Canyon beer has returned to Christmasville.”

“Yup, I’m in town to fix up my granddad’s cabin and sell it.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. We were all so sorry to hear when he passed away. My condolences, Noah.”

“Thanks.”

Hope slammed her credit card on the counter. “Run my card. I’ll pay for everything.”

“No, you won’t,” I bit out.

“Ismael, anything fun happening in town this week? I’ll need a drink after working with him day in and day out.” Her thumb jabbed in my direction.

“Here’s a calendar for the rest of the year. If you like ice skating there will be carolers singing and hot chocolate served. The bar up the street will have several holiday themed nights.”

Her lips lifted. “Yes, to everything you said. I’ll definitely check it out. Will you be at any of the events?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “I will.”

“Good.” She folded the paper and placed it in her purse.

If her goal was to see me act an ass, her wish would soon come true.

I grabbed him up by his collar. “Just because we played together when we were kids means nothing. I’m warning you, Ismael, stop flirting with my woman. Or I’ll break your nose.” I bit out.

“Noah, don’t,” Hope barked.

“Relax, Noah.” Ismael raised his hands like he was surrendering.

“I’m not your woman. We’re just neighbors. Let him go. Or we can forget the entire project.”

Fuck.

I released him with a push. He stumbled.

“Hope we can talk about this at the cabin?”

She ignored me. “Ismael, I apologize for the Grinches actions. Kindly run my card.”

“Sure thing, Hope.”

“Hope, there’s no reason to be upset.”

“Oh, I think it is, Mr. Scrooge.” She narrowed her eyes.

“I’ll wait for you outside.”

She scribbled her name on the receipt, then stalked toward the door, bells jingling.

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