Page 26 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“Oh. Well, you should go out with him. You know, because he’s arealman.”

Kat whacked him on the arm. “Funny. He wasn’t appealing to me in elementary, junior high, or high school, and he’s certainly not appealing now.”

Damian chuckled as he stood from the bench. He picked up his paper plate and dumped it in the trashcan. “Too bad. He could be your soul mate.”

“He ate paste in first grade…like every day. I think it did something to his brain.” Kat hunched into her coat. “He’s harmless, but no thank you.”

“Speaking of no thank you, what’s wrong with being on a date with me?” Damian fell into step beside her.

Kat looked at him funny. “You? You’re a fancy latte. I’m just plain coffee.”

“What?”

She made a motion, indicating all of him. “You’re a billionaire from New York. Way above my pay grade.”

Confused, he stopped walking. “Then why did you come on to me this morning?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You wanted to spend the day with me…show me around town. What was that about?”

Kat threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the buildings around the town square. “I wasn’t coming on to you, meathead. I was just…” She stopped talking, her eyes growing wide.

“You were what?”

“Nothing. Come on. There’s ice skating over there.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the skating rink.

What did she mean by that? He was so confused, but went with her down the sidewalk, not wanting to press her. He’d try again later. Kat was an intriguing woman, and he wanted to see what else the night held for them.

They rented ice skates and sat down on a bench to put them on. Christmas music blared over a pair of speakers. Kat laced up her shoes. “Now the trick to these is to keep your ankles straight.”

“I know how to ice skate.”

Her eyebrows flew up in surprise. “You do?”

He chuckled. “I learned how to skate as a boy.” He hadn’t been since his accident, but he figured it wouldn’t be too difficult. Maybe his limping wouldn’t be so noticeable.

“Do you know how to skate a figure eight?”

He shook his head. “No, but I can probably stay upright for the most part.”

Kat laughed and gave him a funny look. “You have such a strange way of saying things sometimes.”

He shrugged and stood on his skates. “Let’s do this.”

Kat shoved off and he immediately felt intimidated. She looked like she’d been doing this for years. She came back to him and stopped with the tips of her skates. “What’s wrong?”

“I can skate, but I’m not that good.”

Kat grabbed his hand. “Come on. Don’t be a chicken. I’ll go slow.”

A pair of young girls passed them, giggling. They looked like sisters. Damian hid a smile. As they skated around the rink, Damian began to loosen up a bit. He looked at Kat. “If you won the lottery, what would you do with the money?”

“I’d hire a full-time nurse and move Mom into my house. Then I’d buy the newspaper from you, and give myself a promotion.” She shot him a cheesy grin and he laughed.

“Good idea.”

She sobered. “Then I’d give the rest of the money to research Alzheimer’s.”

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