Page 30 of Falling for Mr. Grump, the Big City Billionaire

For a moment, I just stand there, staring like an idiot. She hasn't noticed me yet, and I’m considering turning around and leaving. But then my traitorous stomach growls again, loud enough that heads turn.

Including hers.

Our eyes meet, and I see the smile fade from her face. Great.

"Well, well," she says, raising an eyebrow. "Look what the cat dragged in."

I straighten my shoulders, trying to regain some dignity. "Skye," I nod, keeping my voice cool. "I didn't expect to see you here."

She snorts. "It's a small town, Troy. Where did you expect me to eat? My truck?"

I narrow my eyes.

Damn it. Why does she always manage to get under my skin?

"I'm sure there are other establishments," I say stiffly.

"Sure," she shrugs. "But Jake here makes the best fish and chips in town." She gestures to the bartender, who's watching our exchange with obvious amusement.

Just then, a loud crash comes from the kitchen, followed by a string of curses. Jake winces. "Uh oh. Sounds like we're down a fryer." He turns to the crowded restaurant. "Folks, I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cut down to half capacity tonight. If you haven't ordered yet, I'm gonna have to ask you to come back another time."

A chorus of groans fills the air. I'm about to turn and leave - no dinner is worth this hassle - when Skye pipes up.

"Hey, Troy," she says, and I can hear the challenge in her voice. "Want to share my table? I already ordered, but I'm sure Jake can squeeze you in if you're with me."

I blink, surprised. Is she actually being... nice?

But then I see the glint in her eye. She thinks I'm going to say no. She's daring me to step out of my comfort zone.

Well, two can play at that game.

"Sure," I say, flashing her my best boardroom smile. "Why not?"

The look of shock on her face is almost worth the discomfort I feel as I slide into the booth across from her.

Almost.

As Jake brings over a menu, I can't help but wonder what I've gotten myself into.

Dinner with Skye Martinez. The woman who infuriates me, challenges me, and, though I'd never admit it out loud, intrigues me more than anyone I've met in years.

This should be interesting.

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As we step out of The Salty Dog, the evening air is cool and crisp. I'm wondering what’s next when Skye speaks up.

"Want to walk? It's a beautiful night."

I hesitate. A walk means more time with Skye. More confusion. More of these... feelings I can't quite explain.

But I find myself nodding anyway.

We stroll along the boardwalk, the sound of waves a constant backdrop. Our hands swing close to each other, almost touching. Each near miss sends a jolt through me.

"You know," Skye says softly, "you're not quite the jerk I thought you were."

I snort. "Gee, thanks."

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