Page 5 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

Kat pointed toward the door. “If you haven’t noticed, it’s snowing outside.”

He glanced through the glass doors. It didn’t look bad. “Does your town shut down when it snows?”

She scoffed. “No.”

“Is there a problem?” Lydia approached them and folded her arms across her chest.

“I was just asking if there was a coffee shop near here,” Damian said.

Lydia narrowed her eyes at Kat. “Dale’s down the street sells coffee. Take Damian down and show him, Katherine.”

“Right. Yes.” Kat hopped up. “I’ll walk you to Dale’s.” She smiled at him, but it looked like that sweet kind of smile you get right before the wicked witch casts a nasty spell on you.

Kat pulled a long, black coat off the rack and slipped it on. “Okay. Follow me. We’ll get you set up.”

She sounded chipper. Damian nodded and walked outside with her. The wind had picked up a little since he’d come in. It stung his cheeks. Kat walked briskly ahead of him and he rushed to catch up, hoping his limp wasn’t too noticeable. “You always in this much of a hurry?”

“Only before a blizzard,” she said under her breath.

“A blizzard? Wait, how much is it supposed to snow?”

She turned and gave him a funny look. “About twelve inches last I heard.”

He looked up to the sky. It did look a little ominous. Kat entered a corner diner. He pulled his gloves off and slipped them into his pocket.

Kat pointed to the gal behind the counter wearing an apron and chewing on a wad of gum. “This is Harriet. She’ll make your coffee just the way you like it.”

Damian took a step forward. “Great. I’ll have a double-short low-fat no-foam latte.”

Harriet squinted at him. “A what?”

This wasn’t a good sign. “You can’t make a double-short latte?”

“Honey, I can’t even tell if you’re speaking English.”

It was obvious Kat was trying not to smile. “He wants some coffee, Harriot.”

She nodded. “Decaf or regular, sweetie?”

His hopes of getting what he wanted swirled down the drain. “I can’t believe this,” he said under his breath. “Do you at least have iced coffee?”

Kat stepped up. “You can make it special, can’t you? He’s come all the way from New York just to close our newspaper down.”

What? Where did she get that idea? “That’s not true,” Damian said. Well, at least she shouldn’t know that was what he was there for.

Harriet scoffed and looked at him like he was gum someone had stuck under the table.

Damian frowned. “Look, I just want an iced coffee. Can you do that?”

“We can do that for you,” Harriet said.

“Great. Thank you. No milk.”

Harriet punched in something in the cash register. Damian tossed a five-dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change.”

“Sit wherever you’d like. I’ll bring it out.”

Damian scanned the tables and chairs. The place was empty. Hopefully, that was because of the blizzard and not because they had disgusting coffee. He pulled out a chair and sat on the red vinyl seat. Kat sat opposite him and openly stared at him. “So, you’re here to do what exactly?”

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