Page 6 of The Single Dad Billionaire
“Yes, we are,” I said. “Do you want to get dinner tonight?”
“I would love to.”
“Excellent. How about we get some takeout, head down to the beach, and just sit and talk about everything?”
“And now it’s even better,” she said.
“Great!” I answered, smiling. “Let me go home and change, and then how about I pick you up in 30 minutes? I assume you’re staying here.”
Brenna shook her head and laughed. “No,” she said. “I feel so silly, but I didn’t know the condition of the B&B. I didn’t know if the electricity would be on or what I was going to walk into, and I was so overwhelmed I didn’t even ask about it. So I’m actually staying at the Breakwater.”
“Oh,” I said, realizing Brenna felt even more overwhelmed than I thought. “Well then, I’ll pick you up there.”
“Perfect,” Brenna said. “I’ll see you soon.”
I walked her to her car and opened her door for her. As I walked to my own car, I couldn’t believe the strange turn of events. I also couldn’t ignore the fact that I was really looking forward to having dinner with Brenna that evening.
After a quick drive home, I parked in the garage and went inside to change. My house was quiet, the stillness almost palpable after a long week. I quickly swapped my work clothes for a casual shirt and shorts, then grabbed my phone and keys. Before heading out, I shot a quick text to Rylan:
Hey, bud. Just got home. Going to grab dinner with a friend. See you later tonight!
With that, I headed back out to my car and drove to the Breakwater, a charming seaside hotel that had become popular with tourists and locals alike.
Chapter 3
Brenna
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement about having dinner with Josh.
It had been such a surprise to see him; I hadn’t realized he still lived in town. Without any social media, I had only heard snippets about him being a well-respected developer but knew little else about his current life.
He certainly looks good,I thought, noting how his features had grown more chiseled with age. He was still tall with that classic shaggy blonde surfer hair. His striking blue eyes stood out against his tanned skin, and his smile was breathtaking.
I felt myself blushing and shook my head.
Stop it, I thought. There is absolutely no reason for you to be going down this path. You are going back to New York in three days. He is an old friend and nothing more. Get it together.
I wondered if the simple sundress I was wearing made it seem as if I was treating this outing as an actual date. I considered changing but realized my only other more casual clothes were running shorts and a T-shirt.
“Seriously, Brenna,” I said out loud. “Stop it. This is Josh. You knew him when you were a kid.”
I shrugged my shoulders and walked away from the mirror. I had worn sundresses to the beach before and needed to stop being ridiculous.
Just then, I heard a car pull up outside my hotel room. I looked out the window and saw Josh getting out of his car, walking towards my door. It made me chuckle to see him climb out of such a small car. He was at least 6’2”, with broad shoulders and strong legs.
He knocked on my door, and I quickly opened it.
“Hey,” he said, smiling. He looked at my dress and flip-flops and nodded approvingly. “Much better beach attire than a business suit!”
I laughed. “Yeah, I didn’t think high heels would be a good decision in the sand.”
“Not at all,” he said. “In my opinion, flip-flops are the only acceptable beach shoe.”
I laughed as he pointed down to his own footwear. He was wearing a button-up shirt with shorts, looking as if he was made for the beach.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yep,” I said, grabbing my purse from the table next to the door. “Let’s go.”
