Page 49 of The Fake Girlfriend's Billionaire Match
Her dream of opening a restaurant hadn’t changed except for the location. After Natalie bought her out of the San Antonio location, she’d teamed up with Gabby to open the one that had belonged to Bandit. Winnie would be doing the entrees, and Gabby would be doing dessert. It gave them both what they wanted without giving Gabby added work since Winnie would be taking charge of the day-to-day operations.
With it being the only sit-down restaurant in town, it had built a little excitement with the residents of Caprock Canyon, and it looked to Winnie like they were all attending the grand opening.
Bear stepped back. “Rock their socks off, sweetheart.”
Gabby joined her at the front. “Quite the turnout.”
“Yep.” She took a calming breath and smiled. “We want to thank all of you for coming out and supporting us.” With that, she cut the ribbon and was treated to a round of applause.
Winnie turned and hugged her husband. “Thank you for believing in me.”
“Always and forever, Mrs. West,” he said and kissed her. “I love you.”
She’d never been happier, and life had never been sweeter. “I love you.”
This dream was better than any she could have imagined. The love of her life holding her as they faced the world together, hand in hand.
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Sneak Peek! Her Pretend Billionaire Boyfriend Chapter 1
Tristan Stone swiveled his chair away from the boardroom table and looked out over the Seattle skyline. The sun glinted off the windows of the Space Needle while a white-capped Mount Rainier stood in the background. He wished he was there, on the top of the mountain, and not dwelling on the board meeting that had just ended. He didn’t want to think about the dozen or so men and women who’d argued about which direction his grandmother would’ve wanted him to take the cruise line he’d inherited.
He missed her.
Find someone to love, sweetheart. Not all women will want you for your money.His grandmother’s words were like a megaphone in his head. He could still feel the aged hand touching his cheek and see the wrinkled face smiling up at him. Even while she was sick, she’d been thinking of him.
He’d tried to convince her he didn’t feel lonely, but she could always see through him. Three months, and not a day went by that he didn’t miss her laughter and wisdom.
“Tristan!” Grayson Matthews’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Are you listening to me?”
“No,” he said without taking his eyes off the skyline.
“Nice. Real nice.” Grayson huffed, pulling a chair directly in front of him and sitting backward in it.
Tristan leveled his eyes at him. “What?”
“That board meeting was out of control. Why didn’t you do anything?”
Why? Because he didn’t want to do anything. His grandmother wasn’t even cold, and vultures were circling. “My head isn’t here.” He had tasks to finish for his grandma. One of which was taking a cruise on the last cruise ship she’d designed so he could spread her ashes over the ocean.
Grayson’s icy blue eyes softened. “Buddy, I know you miss her, but if you want this company to continue, you’re going to have to bring that alpha dog reputation you’ve created to the table.”
Alpha dog. Tristan snorted. “I know, but this is different. I’m not buying up a company. This washercompany. A company…people…I promised to take care of.” He was used to taking over companies, bulldozing over anything that got in the way of making it successful and turning it into a thriving business. This was different. He’d made a solemn vow to take care of her employees, among other things. Things he wasn’t willing to tell his best friend.
“Listen, man, I know you were close to her, but…”
Tristan stood and raked a hand through his dark-brown hair. “I’m not selling this company. I’ll buy out everyone’s shares if I have to. I don’t care if I go bankrupt keeping it.” He closed his eyes. He wasn’t just close to his grandmother. Other than Grayson and his Aunt Felicia, she was the only person he trusted to love him for more than just his money.
The chair squeaked as Grayson stood. “Maybe you should take a vacation. Get out of here, get some fresh air, grieve. Come back when you’re ready to make some hard decisions.”
