Page 87 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Come on, Dad.” Eloise grabbed my hand and pulled me.
“I’ll see you later,” I said to Charlotte.
I walked Eloise over to the face-painting booth first since she wouldn’t stop talking about getting her face painted.
“What design are you thinking?” I asked her.
“A pumpkin. Since it’s autumn, I think a pumpkin would be fitting.”
“I agree.” I smiled.
My phone pinged. Pulling it from my pocket, I saw a text from Charlie.
I know you’re here. Where are you?
Over at the face-painting booth.
What are you doing? Getting the word, DICK, painted on your face.
Hilarious, asshole.
Stay there. I’m making my way through the park.
Before too long, Charlie approached just as Eloise was finished with her face-painting.
“Hi, Uncle Charlie!”
“Hi, sweetheart. Wow. I love that pumpkin on your face.”
“Thanks.” She grinned.
“What are you doing here, Charlie?”
“Experiencing the gifts of autumn and watching you in Dad action. Besides, someone needs to watch your dumbass and make sure you don’t cause a scene with Charlotte.”
“Wow. You’re just full of laughs today.” I rolled my eyes.
He walked with Eloise and me as she stopped at various booths to check out the different items people were selling.
“I need a coffee,” I said.
“Me too,” Charlie agreed.
I grabbed Eloise’s hand and we hit up a coffee booth, selling different kinds of fall drinks.
“How can I help you?” the woman behind the booth asked.
“Can I get a medium coffee, please. Just black.”
“Which flavor would you like?”
“Just a regular black coffee, please.”
“We have pumpkin spice, cinnamon bun, maple crème, or pecan pie.”
“You don’t have regular flavored coffee?”
“I’m sorry. We don’t. Just the wonderful blends of autumn.” She smiled.
