Page 2 of Off-Limits Silver Fox Billionaire

My dad shook his head and chuckled before leaving the kitchen with Samuel. “I’ll be in the back,” he told us before he disappeared out of the kitchen.

Allison and I continued working on packaging the pie in her customized bag in silence, and it took us an hour before all three hundred pieces of pie were wrapped up.

“Perfect,” I commented and clapped my hands.

“I’ll deliver them, thanks for the help, Bree.”

“Not a problem.”

I slid my hand into the back pocket of my jeans and looked around the kitchen for a while before releasing a deep breath.

“You have plans for today?” Allison asked as she took off the gloves she wore. “You could come with me to make the delivery.”

“I have plans to hang out with Iris today,” I told her. “She’s around for the week.”

“Iris Sanders … It’s been a while since I saw her around here.”

“You and me both.” The last time I hung out with my best friend was when she visited me last summer in New York.

“How’s she doing?” Allison continued.

“She’s great. Hopefully, we’d have a week to ourselves before she’s off to work again.”

I was looking forward to spending my time with Iris already as she rarely ever chanced to text or Facetime. Her job as a flight attendant kept her well-occupied.

As Allison walked out of the kitchen, I lifted a hand to rub the back of my neck.

It felt good to be back home, and I was hoping this time in Hawaii would be the best I’ve had in years.

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One hour later,I was strolling down the sandy beach shore to Iris’s beach house. The cool breeze blew against the kimono I wore over my jean shorts and tank top, and it ruffled my platinum-blonde hair, tossing strands all over my face.

I used both hands to tame my hair and raised my head to admire the blue skies for a bit before hurrying up shore towards the porch of the house. The Sanders were one of the oldest families to live on the Island. They were native Hawaiians, with generations of women being adventurous surfers, and men being Lifeguards.

The last time I was up here, Iris and I had surfed on the beach all day long with her boyfriend. It was fun spending time near the water and feeling its coolness on my feet when the tide brought some of the cold water our way.

I was good at surfing, but Iris had promised to make me better. We both just haven’t had the time.

As I walked up the porch steps, I took out my phone to send her a quick text.

Hey, I’m out front.

I tried the doorbell after that, then stuck my hands in the pocket of my jeans and waited for a response. My insides bubbled in anticipation of the fun to come with Iris. There was never a dull moment with my best friend, and that was what I loved the most about her.

Iris could turn the saddest of situations into something to laugh about.

It was a loveable trait. I looked around the porch for a bit. It was still the same as I remembered it. A porch swing hung on the right end beside a flower vase, and there was a dusty shelf on the ground next to it.

I wondered if they were renovating as I walked towards it and touched the door. The revving sound of a truck’s engine drew close as I ran a finger over the dusty cupboard. The sound caught my attention, and I glanced back.

The black Chevrolet Silverado that pulled to a halt on the curb looked familiar, and a shiver raced down my spine even before the door opened for the driver to step down.

The second my eyes landed on him, every nerve fiber in my body sprang alive and sent my pulse into a painful dive that left me breathless.

Josh Sanders.A distinguished Silver Fox. He is perfectly tall, dark, and handsome, with just a few sexy grey hairs peeking through his thick dark hair. He has a strong chilled jaw that matches his defined arms.

He didn’t noticeme at first as he walked around to the back of the truck and lifted out a box.

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