Page 15 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“Fine. Take my car. But I want a full report when you get back.”

“Thanks. And I’m just taking him across town. No biggie.” Kat grabbed Hilary’s keys and went back into the garage. She tossed her shovel into the trunk, got in, and clicked the remote to open the garage door. The neighbor boy had already shoveled the driveway for her, thank goodness.

As she was backing out, her phone rang. She glanced at it. Lydia? Why would she be calling on a Saturday? Kat put the car in park and answered it. “Hello?”

“I heard you’re on your way to help Damian.”

“Yes, I’m giving him a ride to his car so he can dig it out.”

“Wait, you’re not helping him shovel? That’s rude, Katherine.”

Kat’s mouth dropped. “I’m doing him a favor.”

“Listen, all our jobs are on the line here. I need you to give him special treatment. Shovel his car out. Spend the day with him. Take him to the Christmas activities tonight. Show him our town needs a newspaper.”

“Are you kidding me?” Kat clamped her lips together. It wouldn’t be a good idea to make Lydia mad.

“You need your job just as much as I do. You need to give him the royal treatment or he will close us down.”

Kat couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know. Think of something. Show him Pleasant Hollow matters. I’ll let your contribution reflect in your Christmas bonus.”

A click on the line let Kat know Lydia had hung up. She sat there and stared at her phone. Great. What on earth was she supposed to do? Harass the guy all day?

Kat let out a breath and put her sister’s car into gear. Had Lydia gone crazy? How was showing Damian around going to make him keep the newspaper? He was a billionaire for heaven’s sake. He didn’t care at all about Pleasant Hollow.

Luckily all the main streets had been plowed. She passed the town square with all the people setting up for the Christmas Carnival. Lights were being hung, and Santa’s house was almost built. The skating rink was decked out with Christmas trees. A vendor was setting up a kiosk to sell hot chocolate. She could almost taste it. She loved the carnival, even as an adult.

When she pulled up to the Microtel Inn, Damian came out and hopped into the passenger seat. “You got a new car.”

“It’s my sister’s.”

He’d traded his suit for casual wear, and she couldn’t stop staring. It was like he had a team of stylists following him around. It was so not fair that one man could look that good this early in the morning. She shoved a hand through her hair, glad she’d at least brushed it.

“Just drop me off at my car. I’ll return your shovel when I get done.”

Kat swallowed. How was she supposed to get him to let her show her around town? And what would Lydia do if she didn’t?

Chapter 5

Damian stared out the window as the snow-covered streets went by. Yesterday Kat had driven like a crazy woman. Today, she inched along so slowly he wondered if she were waiting for ice to form on the tires.

“We’ll make it there today, won’t we?” He meant it as a joke, but Kat didn’t laugh. She coughed and turned a lovely shade of pink.

“Sorry. Icy streets.”

“You had no trouble at all on them yesterday.”

“I’m just distracted I guess.” She bit her bottom lip and pulled over, behind the mountain of snow that held his rental car captive.

He hopped out and assessed the situation. “You brought a shovel?”

Kat opened her trunk and lifted it out. “Here you go.”

“All right. I’ll swing by your place when I’m done. What’s your address?” He pulled out his phone to type it in.

She shoved her hands into her coat pockets. “Well, I was thinking I could stay and help you dig your car out.” Her gaze darted all over the street like she was nervous.

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