Page 31 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

A tone sounded and Harold pulled his phone out of his pocket. Felicity reached to check hers and realized it wasn’t sitting on the towel like she’d thought. She must have left it up in her villa. Oh, no. What if Aiden had been trying to call?

Felicity mentally smacked herself. What was wrong with her? Why was she insisting on torturing herself over Aiden? She needed to stop. He was always going to be the same guy. Nothing would change. A sudden restlessness came over her.

She looked up at Harold, who had put his phone away. “Want to take a walk on the beach? I think I need to stretch my legs.”

His eyebrows rose. “Sure.”

She pulled on her lacy cover up and stood, slipping into her sandals. “Hopefully we won’t get another storm like last night.”

“No kidding,” he said as he folded up his lounge chair. “I think we’ll be fine. I checked the weather this morning and it looks good.” He pointed up to his villa. “Do you mind if I put this away?”

Felicity folded her towel. “That’s fine. I’ll walk with you.”

The clouds parted and the sun shone as they walked up the path to Harold’s deck. He set the chair down. “If you want to leave your towel here, you can.”

“Thanks.” Felicity draped the towel over the railing. She followed him out along the beach. Her sandals sank into the powdery sand as they walked.

“Did you grow up in a large family?” Harold asked.

“No. I’m an only child. Mom died when I was a kid, so it was Dad and me growing up.”

“Sounds lonely. I’m the first of five kids, so there was never any isolation at my house. That’s probably why I’m fine coming on a vacation by myself.” He gave her a wide grin.

“Five? That’s a lot of kids.”

“All boys. My parents always joked that they weren’t going to stop until we had a full basketball team.”

Felicity laughed. “I bet it was crazy at your house.”

“Yeah. I’d say. There were never any shortages of fart jokes around. But we all got along well. For the most part. We had our own D&D tournaments.” Harold went into talking about his brothers and their gaming. Most of it went over Felicity’s head.

A small whimpering sound caught Felicity’s attention and she stopped. “Do you hear that?”

Harold stood silent and cocked his head. “Yeah. Where is it coming from?”

Felicity walked toward the trees that lined the beach. “Somewhere in there.”

A scratching noise sounded, and then a bark. Harold pointed. “There.”

A piece of wood stuck up from the sand. Harold grabbed onto it and tugged. It was a large piece of plywood that had been covered in sand. As soon as he lifted it, a little Maltese dog ran out from under it.

The poor thing looked ragged, and Felicity bent to pick her up. “Mabel? Is that you?”

“You know this dog?”

Mabel barked and then panted while Felicity held her close. “Yeah. She’s Aiden’s dog.”

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