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They waited while the cursor blinked. Finally, he answered.

He’s my favorite author.

I know. That’s one thing that drew me to your profile.Kat twisted her hands together. “I’m going for it. Cross your fingers.”

What are you doing out of town?

Kat held her breath as they waited for his response.

I’m on a business trip.

What kind of business?

Nothing exciting. What do you do?

“Ooh, deflection. Keep an eye on that one.” Hilary yawned and stood from the couch, clicking off the television. “I’m going to bed. If he says anything awesome, tell me about it tomorrow.”

“Yep.” Kat waited until Hilary was out of the room. She tried to think of a career that would make her sound affluent and smart. She tapped her fingers lightly against the keys. She had to think of something good.

Chapter 4

Damian sat back in the hotel chair, waiting for the response. He wasn’t sure what made him get on the Privileged Singles website, but finding a woman like Amelia on there intrigued him. She wasn’t like all the others.

I am a hedge fund manager, but it’s a boring job so don’t ask me too much about it, or you’ll fall asleep.

Damian raised his eyebrows. She was in finance. Interesting. He hadn’t met too many women who were in the field. He responded.

Lol. Fair enough.

As he tried to think of something else to ask her, another message came through.

You were evasive, though. Are you embarrassed by your business? Wait, let me guess. Do you make urinal cakes? Is that right?

He chuckled and shook his head. Who was this woman? He told her why he was in Pleasant Hollow. For some reason, he found her easy to talk to. Damian picked up his hotel coffee and took a sip. Disgusting. But the only other thing to drink was tap water which was about as appealing to him as toilet water. Her response came.

Sounds intriguing. Like a mystery. Have you found anything yet about why your father bought the newspaper?

Nothing. I’m honestly baffled.

What do you think you’ll do?

And that was the big question, wasn’t it? He looked out the window at the snow coming down by the street lamp.

I don’t know yet.

He waited for her to say something back, but the cursor just stood there, blinking. He stood and stretched before a reply came.

Maybe your father kept the newspaper because he didn’t want to put people out of work.

Damian rubbed the back of his neck. His father had no qualms about laying people off. It was part of the business world. When you need growth, sometimes you have to cut out the cancer. But maybe Amelia wouldn’t see it that way.

Maybe. But why did he buy it in the first place?

The cute receptionist? Just kidding. It’s a mystery for sure.

Damian chuckled. The receptionist was good looking but way too young for his father. Besides, his father was married to his mother when he bought the newspaper, so it couldn’t be anything like that.

I’m going to dig deeper on Monday.

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