Page 42 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“How are you? Oh, my gosh, it’s been so long. I can’t believe it. You look fabulous. I love your curls.” She bounced a few strands of Felicity’s hair while glancing around the restaurant.

Brittany had always been a stream of consciousness person. You never knew what would come out of her mouth next. Felicity pasted on a smile. “Brittany, what are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise you. You talked the place up so much, it made me want to come.” She eyed Harold. “And who is this?”

“Brittany, this is my date, Harold.”

“A date? Well, you don’t waste any time, do you? I’ll just leave you two alone, then. I don’t want to intrude. Maybe we can catch up later?”

Felicity didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t believe Brittany was standing in front of her. “Um, okay.”

“Great, hon. I’ll stop by. What villa are you in?”

“Twenty-eight.” Wait, why was she telling Brittany where she was staying? Why was her brain not working?

“Perfect. I’ll see you tonight.” Brittany gave her an air kiss and then turned and walked out of the restaurant, her hips swaying.

Harold leaned forward. “What was that all about? You look stunned.”

She blinked. “I guess I am stunned. I barely know Brittany. Why would she come here?”

“Really? You barely know her? She acted like you were best friends.”

Felicity shrugged, not knowing what else to do. “I guess we talked on Facebook a bit. I don’t know. It’s weird.” But it was typical Brittany to worm her way into a situation if she thought she could get something out of it. She probably was on the hunt for rich husband number two.

Harold chuckled and picked up his menu. “Well, good luck with that, then.”

“Right? Maybe if I tell her I have work to do, she’ll leave me alone.”

“Good idea.”

They ordered their food and Harold loosened his tie. “What’s up with the tie anyway? I mean, it’s weird, isn’t it? Let’s knot this fabric around your neck, let it hang down past your belt, and then you’ll look like you’re dressed up. Who was the first sucker to try that?”

Felicity smiled. She liked Harold’s wacky way of thinking. “Good point. I have no idea. Do you think it came from the cravat?”

He pointed at her. “Probably. Yes. That makes sense. But why even tie something around the neck? To make it easier for your enemy to kill you?” Harold pulled the end of his tie up like a noose and made a face. Felicity laughed and he shook his head. “I guess I just don’t understand fashion.”

“You really want to take that tie off, don’t you?”

“Could I?” He laughed. “Look at me. I’m such a loser. I can’t even pretend to be fancy for one night.”

“Take it off. Who cares? There are plenty of men here without ties. This is a vacation spot.”

“You’re right.” He loosened the tie and took it off, laying it on the table. “Wow, that feels so much better.”

“You’re a scream.”

“At least I’m a comfortable scream.” He grinned at her. “You’re a good sport.”

“Why would you say that?”

Harold glanced down at himself. “I’m not delusional enough to think a woman like you would be interested in a man like me. But it was nice of you to agree to go out with me.”

She picked up her drink and took a sip, trying to think of how to respond to him. “You’re a great guy, Harold.”

“But not someone you’d ever pursue.”

He was right, but she didn’t want to admit that. “We’re just two people having dinner, enjoying each other’s company.”

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