Page 37 of The Fake Girlfriend's Billionaire Match
His dad shook his head. “No, but that’s all right. We’re not in a hurry.”
“It was a nice ride. So peaceful and relaxing.” Winnie hugged Bear. “I loved it.”
His parents crawled into the carriage and waved as they started their ride. “We’ll see you guys later,” Bear’s dad said.
“Make sure he goes home,” his mom called.
Bear and Winnie wandered around a little more.
“I love this song,” Winnie mused.
Now that he was paying attention, he recognized it. “The Way You Love Me” by Faith Hill. “That’s what I want.”
Winnie’s eyebrows knitted together. “What?”
“I want a woman to love the way I love her. I want to love her to the point that all she ever sees in my eyes is how much I love her.”
Before Winnie could respond, Hunter and Reagan stopped in front of them. “Hey, guys,” Reagan said. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking it easy, Bear?”
Rolling his eyes, he replied, “I just got done with a long carriage ride.”
Winnie patted him on the shoulder. “And he’s going home now.”
“I’m fine.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but he wasn’t falling down either.
“No, but that’s only because you’ve been taking it easy. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Do you really want to be exhausted?” Reagan asked.
Hunter chuckled. “These two are not going to budge. Just go home, man.”
Winnie took Bear’s hand and began pulling him in the direction of his truck. “Come on; let’s go.”
Bear grumbled, but only a little. He was tired, and Reagan was right. He didn’t want to be exhausted or risk the chance of not participating in Christmas. “Okay, okay, I’m coming.”
Before they got too far, Wyatt called to Bear, “Hey, wait up.”
They slowed so his brother could catch up with them. “What did you guys think?”
“It’s great,” Bear answered.
Winnie nodded. “I loved the carriage ride. It was awesome.”
Wyatt grinned wide. “That’s good to hear. Uh, Gabby said she talked to you about Bandit’s restaurant in town.”
Bear looked at Winnie. “She’s a good one to ask.”
“I wanted to say thank you. We appreciate that. Having someone with hands-on knowledge is so much better.” He narrowed his eyes. “You ever thought about being a small-town chef?”
Shaking his head, Bear hugged Winnie to him. “She’s a chef meant for S—.” He stopped short. “For a bigger city.”
Wyatt laughed. “I know. I was teasing. You look tired. You should go home.”
“That’s where I was headed when you stopped us.”
“Oh, well, then don’t let me keep you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Bear waved as he and Winnie started walking again. “I almost told him about San Antonio.”
“I don’t think it would be horrible being a small-town chef.”
