Page 62 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

She turned her back on him and went into the kitchen. He seated himself at a table in the corner. The place was mostly empty, there was only one man sitting by the window, and a woman sitting with a young child near the door.

Kat came back with a menu. She handed it to him. “Would you like some iced coffee?” she asked. She had that fake sweet smile on her face.

He hid a smile. Yep. There was that sass he loved. “No, thank you.” He opened the menu.

“How about some water?” Her voice was clipped.

She was mad, but he didn’t blame her. He was rude to her. He needed to apologize. “Can you take a break and join me?”

She gave him a flat look and slowly blinked. “No.”

Harriet appeared behind her. “Oh, honey, take a break. I’ll cover the tables for you.” She gave Kat a little push toward the seat.

Kat glared at Harriet, but the look was either lost on her, or she ignored it. Kat slid into the seat across from him. “Fine. What is it you want?”

“I want to apologize. I treated you badly, and that was wrong.”

She assessed him. “Yes. You did.”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I get in the way of myself.” He made a face. This wasn’t coming out well. “I get something in my head and that’s all I see.”

Her eyebrows knit together. “What are you talking about?”

He leaned on the table. “I can have tunnel vision. I wanted to get the newspaper off the books, and that was all I had planned on. I didn’t expect to come here and find you.”

Surprise showed in her eyes, but she didn’t comment.

“I was rude to you, and I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you. I didn’t mean to get you fired.”

Kat tapped the table with her fingers. “Yeah, well I’m the one that went against her majesty’s wishes.”

“I dragged you into this whole thing and didn’t think about what might happen. It was my fault.”

Her gaze softened. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m the one who made the choice to go against Lydia.”

He studied her from across the table. The need to make things right between them grew. “Look. I’d like to take you to dinner. Maybe to someplace in New Haven? Are you free tonight?”

“Yes, she is,” Harriet called from behind the counter.

Damian chuckled. “I guess she’s forgiven me for thinking about closing down the newspaper.”

Kat made a face. “She and Hilary should team up. They’re both good at butting in where they don’t belong.”

“So how about it? Want to go to dinner with me?”

Kat looked down at the table, indecision playing across her face. “Okay,” she finally said, her voice so quiet he almost missed it.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I haven’t eaten at The Acorn yet.”

“Perfect. What kind of food do they serve?” He actually couldn’t care less. She’d said yes to going out with him. It felt like a victory.

“It’s a bar and grill. I’ve heard their hamburgers are good.”

“What time should I pick you up?”

Kat sat back in her seat. “Ugh. You drive like a grandma.”

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