Page 20 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“People come here to feed them. Now they think whenever they see people, they’ll get food.”

Damian’s eyebrows knit together. “But we didn’t bring anything for them.”

“That’s okay. They get plenty of birdseed from the local kids.” As if to punctuate her statement, shouts from children beyond the hill carried in the air.

Damian pointed up the path. “What’s over there?”

Kat grinned at him. “Come with me. I’ll show you.” She started up the walkway, Damian by her side. When they crested the hill, Kat stopped. “Here it is. The best sledding hill in all the land.”

Damian chuckled as they watched the Larson boys playing with their round toboggans. Kat shoved his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go try it.”

He gave her a confused look. “We don’t have a sled.”

“We’ll borrow one.”

“But we—”

Kat didn’t wait for him to finish. She started through the deep snow to where the kids were gathered. Damian grunted and followed her.

She approached the oldest boy. “Hey, Timmy. My friend here has never gone sledding.”

Damian frowned. “I have—”

Kat kicked his shoe and Damian stopped talking to glare at her. She patted his shoulder. “He’s seriously missing out. Can we borrow your toboggan for a minute?”

Timmy shrugged. “Sure.” He handed her the sled.

She plopped it down on the snow and climbed on top. She waited for a moment before looking up at Damian. “This is the part where you sit on it.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“It’s fun!” Timmy said with encouragement. “Two can sit on it. Like this.” He climbed on his brother’s toboggan, wrapping his arms around his sibling. “Then you just push off, like this.” Timmy shoved off and they sped down the hill amid squeals of delight.

Damian frowned at her. “No, thanks.”

“Would it hurt your leg?” Kat asked.

“No.”

“Then just sit down.” She patted the space in front of her.

Damian huffed. “No.”

Kat tried not to glare at him. What a fussy pants. “If you want me to show you what there is to do in this town, you’re going to have to be open to new experiences.”

“I’ve been sledding before.”

Why was he being so stubborn about this? “How long ago?”

“I don’t know. I was probably seven.”

“Then it’s time for another go at it. Come on. Please?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

He made a face. “All right, but I’m not going to be the little spoon.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not sitting in front.”

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