Page 6 of Her Billionaire's Baby Secret

They slid into the booth. “What’s holding you back?” Carrington asked.

“I feel like I need more therapy. I still don’t trust men. Elliot had this secret life I didn’t know anything about. How do I know Kane won’t be the same way?”

“Because you’ve known Kane since high school. We all know him. He’s a great guy.”

“I thought Elliot was a great guy too. On the outside he seemed to have his act together. Boy, was I wrong.”

“That doesn’t mean Kane has a secret life,” Carrington said.

A cute Hispanic girl approached their table and took their drink orders. After she left, Sariah turned back to Carrington. “I can’t stand the thought of someone breaking my trust again. I’m still so shattered from what happened with Elliot.”

“Maybe letting yourself trust again is exactly what you need to get over what happened with Elliot,” Carrington insisted.

“You might be right. But who says Kane is even interested? He just got out of a divorce. He probably needs time to heal as well. There’s not even a point to this conversation. Plus, he’s here to grieve his grandfather’s death, not to pick up a new girlfriend.”

“Fair enough,” Carrington said. “But if an opportunity does present itself with Kane, you should at least give him a chance.”

“I’m not going to make any promises on that front. Kane and I were great together once, but that’s over now. He moved on, and so did I. I have my business to focus on now.”

“How’s that going, by the way?” Carrington asked as the server came back with their drinks.

“It’s going great. I’m shopping around for a new site to open my store in Roanoke.”

“That’s amazing. You’re going to be one busy woman.”

“It feels great to have all this work to do. It’s been keeping my mind off of the stuff that happened with Elliot. I’ve just been burying myself in the extra work.”

“Hey, whatever helps. As long as you aren’t just shoving away your problems without facing them.”

“I still face them in therapy, but it keeps me from dwelling on negativity between sessions.” Sariah took a sip of her margarita. “This is divine. They make the best margaritas in town.”

The server came back and placed chips and salsa on their table. Sariah grabbed a chip and dipped it in the red spicy concoction before shoving it into her mouth.

“I never get tired of this place,” Carrington said, scooping up some salsa with a chip.

“What are you planning to get?” Sariah asked, pouring over the menu. She practically had it memorized.

“Fajitas.”

“You always get those.”

“That’s because they’re the best, and they never get old.”

“I think I’m going to get the beef burrito.” She closed her menu.

Carrington closed hers as well. The server must have been watching them because she approached the table. They gave her their orders, and she headed back into the kitchen.

Sariah leaned back into the seat. She felt safe coming here with Carrington. It was a familiar, comfortable environment for her. Maybe she would live the rest of her life like this. Running her business, hanging out with her bestie, eating good food.

She’d always imagined that one day she would get married and have kids, but now she wondered if that wasn’t to be for her. She was content with the way things were.

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” she asked Carrington.

“It sure doesn’t look like it. There aren’t exactly a lot of options around.” Carrington dipped another chip in the salsa.

“Does it ever seem weird to you that all our friends married famous people?”

“No, because I knew them before they were famous. They’re still just guys I knew in high school,” Carrington said.

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