Page 8 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

He looked legitimately scared. She took her foot off the accelerator. “Wimp,” she said under her breath.

He either didn’t hear her or ignored it. “How long have you lived in Pleasant Hollow?”

“All my life.”

“You really like it that much here?” He seemed surprised.

“What’s not to like?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it, like he wasn’t sure what to say. “There’s nothing here.”

Typical big city attitude. Kat held in a scoff. “There arepeoplehere. Good people.” Something he wouldn’t care about. He was going to shut them down, cutting off the town’s only source of local news, and putting hard working people in the unemployment line. She pulled into the Microtel Inn’s parking lot. “Here you go,” she said, trying not to grind her teeth.

Damian pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I call you tomorrow for a ride to my car?”

Lydia would kill her if she said no. “That’s fine.” She rattled off her cell number.

He got out and leaned down. “Thank you, Kat.”

“No problem.” She said it but she didn’t mean it. It was a problem.Hewas the problem.

He shut the door and she drove off. She needed to get her mind off Mr. Boss man. She needed to make some hot chocolate and curl up with a good book. When she pulled into her small driveway and clicked the garage opener, she found her sister’s car sitting in the garage. Nice one, Hilary. Now she’d have to dig her car out in the morning. She clicked the garage door shut and pulled out onto the street in case Hilary needed to leave.

Snow crunched under her boots as she walked up to her house. The house she’d grown up in. At least the neighbor boy would shovel her driveway and sidewalk for $20. The best money she ever spent. She opened her front door and stomped off the snow before entering.

“Good. You’re home.” Her sister came around the corner with a steaming pot in her hand. She stuck a spoon out to Kat. “Try this.”

Being used to it, Kat allowed her sister to shove the spoon in her mouth. She swallowed the warm liquid. A savory flavor filled her mouth. “That’s delicious.” She took off her coat. “What is it?”

“A new soup I’m trying out. It’s got beans, chicken, and sausage.”

“I love it.” Kat grabbed her laptop and plopped down on the couch. “So, what’re you doing here? Your roommate getting on your nerves again?”

Her sister made a face then went into the kitchen. “She’s having a party. You know how I can’t stand her friends.”

“Who has a party during a blizzard?”

“Right? She’s crazy.”

“Well, stay as long as you like. It’s not like anyone else moved into your old bedroom.” Kat didn’t mind, especially because Hilary cooked when she was bored.

“They updated to say we’d get fourteen inches tonight. I’m not going anywhere this weekend.”

Kat whistled. “That’s insane.”

“Isn’t it? We should totally have a girl’s movie night.”

“Good idea.” Kat opened up her email and grinned. She had an answer from Doctor Yong.

Dear Miss Philipina,

I am having much happy you are writing. I can assure you I am no scammer. Please see attached photo. I am getting the inheritance money ready for when you send the thousand dollars.

Doctor Yong

He’d sent her all the details for the Western Union transaction. Kat looked at the attached photo of an African man wearing a suit. It was missing the box of Ho Hos. She grinned. She didn’t mind a challenge.

Dear Doctor Yong,

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