Page 70 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

I sat in my seat. “Let me bring you up to speed.”

He sat beside me.

I told Noah about the possible distribution deal.

“What do you think?” My face felt tense.

“You want us to distribute flavored beer that we don’t sell to this little Christmas diner?”

“Yes, and cut them a deal on Canyon kegs. They don’t carry your product because its too expensive.”

“Babe, it’s premium beer.”

It was worth a try.

“I understand no worries. I’ll talk to them after I use the restroom. While I’m gone check out my new coat. I think you’ll love it.” A smile lit my lips.

“That means I’ll hate it.”

I sauntered into the restroom.

Noah was rich for a reason. He couldn’t run around cutting deals with every mom-and-pop shop. He’d lose money.

After I stepped out of the stall, I raked my fingers through the strands dangling over my shoulders. I washed my hands, freshened up my red matte lipstick, and strolled out the door toward our table.

My eyes widened.

Noah wasn’t at the table. He was probably waiting near the front door. I stepped to the counter and glanced to my left.

Noah and Stuart stood near the kitchen door talking.

“Hi Delila, I see it’s crazy busy in here.”

Customers’ laughter and clanking dishes struck the air in the busy restaurant.

“Hope,” she yelled over her shoulder. I heard the excitement in her voice. She filled glasses with soda.

“Did you like the spiced sweet potatoes?”

“Yes, they were delicious.”

“Are you ready to go?” Noah held my new jacket open. I slipped my arms into the soft sleeves.

“Yes.”

Delila placed the glasses on a tray, then turned to us. “You better take good care of my friend,” she grinned.

“Delila, I will.” Noah yelled over the noisy customers.

We said our goodbyes.

A few minutes later, we strolled down Christmasville Lane holding hands. The streetlights flickered on as the sky darkened before our eyes.

“How about a carriage ride?”

“I’d love that.” I peeked at the two mahogany horses hitched to the white carriage.

The carriage operator tipped his top hat as we approached. “Good evening.”

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