A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,19
laughed. Not a half smile. His entire face lit up. I loved to see him happy. It was a rarity I noticed since we met.
“My youngest brother Alexander is laid back like our mom. Doesn’t let much of anything bother him. Not even trauma. I tell you one thing is for certain there’s never a dull day running a company with those three.”
I chuckled. “Are they single?”
“Yes, there isn’t a woman out there who could tie them down. What about your sister and brother?”
“My baby brother Miles is twenty-four. Women gravitated to him. Doubt he’ll settle down anytime either. He always makes me laugh and he’s over protective as hell.
And Claire is twenty-seven. She’s killing it on the fashion runways in New York. Soon she’ll take Milan by storm too. I’m proud of them and so is my dad.”
“That’s good. Sounds like he and your mom did a great job.”
“So did your parents. Look at you. Great with your hands and you created a successful beer company.”
“And soon I’ll add a profitable flipping business with my partner.” He wiggled his brows.
Deep laughter released from my throat. “I like that. Speak it into existence.”
“You have to.” His white T-shirt rose revealing that beautiful V dusted with brown hair, dipping into his Jeans. The bulge in the front told me he planned to murder my pussy in the near future.
“Hope, keep the cabinet steady.”
I lifted it higher. “Sorry.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t focus on my torso.”
“It shouldn’t be on display,” I quipped.
“Oh, before I head into town, I need you to text me your sizes from head to toe.”
“Ok.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
HOPE
“Good afternoon, Delila.” I slid into a red seat at the counter. A few patrons sat a few seats down. The dining room was bustling for midday. She wasn’t playing when she said they were extremely busy this time of year.
Her smile widened across her hickory complected face. She removed the dirty dishes beside me. “Hope, it’s good to see you again.”
“Good to see you too. Are you ready for our interview?”
Her big brown eyes lit up. “Yes. Follow me. I’d like you to meet my husband.”
I stepped into the open kitchen behind her. We stood close to the stove.
“Stuart?” she called out, waving him over.
He spoke to the cook beside him before walking toward us.
“Yes, baby,” Stuart answered as he approached.
“Hun, I’d like to introduce you to Hope. I mentioned her to you the other day. She’s writing the story about Christmasville.”
He grinned, extending his hand. “Yes! It’s nice to meet you, Hope.
“Likewise, Stuart.”
We shook hands.
He stood beside Delila, clutching her curvy waist. “Are you enjoying yourself so far?”
“Yes. The town's beauty alone is breathtaking. Tonight, my neighbor and I are attending the ice-skating event.”
“You’ll have fun. We’ll be there serving hot chocolate,” Delila stated.
“Great. I can’t miss a cup of your rich cocoa. You’ll definitely see my face,” I smiled.
“You two have the perfect location. Right in the center of town. After working up an appetite in the town square, the red trim windows caught my attention. The second I stepped inside I got a fifties vibe. I love the green garland hanging close to the ceiling around the restaurant. And the pretty red and white checkered floors. Every inch of this place comforts someone like myself traveling alone around the holiday.”
“We installed new floors soon after we bought this place.” She tapped her foot on the floor.
“I bet the cute red Santa mural also keeps most people in the holiday spirit. My neighbor not so much. Delila, you remember the guy I ate dinner with Sunday?”
“Yeah, how could I forget. He had it bad for you.”
My cheeks heated. “No?”
“Yup, he did.”
“Well, he’s my neighbor. And he’s the owner of Canyon Brewery.”
Her eyes widened.
“The owner of Canyon beer is in our town?” Stuart’s gray eyes widened.
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
He shook his head. “We won’t.” His lips fell on top of Delila’s head.
“If I could persuade him to create a line of flavored beer, would you two consider selling it on tap?”
They peeked at each other, then back at me.
“Canyon beer is an expensive brand. That’s why we don’t carry it.”
“What if I could get you a deal?”
Stuart rubbed his brow. “If you think he’d give us a break. Yes.”
“He and his family celebrated Christmas here every year. Maybe Mr. Scrooge will do it as a favor for me. I’ll ask.”
Delila tapped my arm. “Something tells me you can persuade that man to do almost anything,” she winked.
“Hmm, for a man who hates this