Page 50 of Only You

“Ugh. Stop it, Hannah,” I said out loud as I ran the brush through my hair. You came here to escape men, not to fall for a handsome as hell billionaire who is most likely a notorious heartbreaker.”

Glancing at the time on my phone, it was almost five o’clock. Grabbing the pie box from the counter, I walked out of the guesthouse and saw Alex standing at the grill.

“Hi.” I smiled.

“Hey, you.” He grinned. “I’m just starting the grill.”

“I brought a pie.” I held up the box.

“I told you that you didn’t have to bring anything.” He took the box from me, and we stepped through the sliding door.

“It’s peach.”

“Annie’s peach?” His brow raised.

“Yes.” I laughed. “She told me it was your favorite.”

“It definitely is. Thank you.” His gorgeous smile gripped me.

“So, what can I do?” I asked.

“You can prep the salad while I throw the steaks on the grill. Let me guess. You’re a medium type of girl.”

“Medium rare,” I said, smiling.

“A girl after my own heart.” He placed his hand over his heart.

As I was preparing the salad, Alex walked into the house, grabbed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, and took them to the table on the patio.

“Salad is complete.” I set the bowl on the table.

“And so are the steaks. Have a seat and relax.” He pulled out one of the chairs for me.

“Thank you, Mr. Harbor.” I grinned. “Oh, by the way. Change of plans for Adalyn’s and Colin’s engagement party. It’s next weekend, and Luis and Alfred are hosting it at their beach house. Luis loves throwing parties.”

“Okay. But if something changes, you’re always welcome to have it here.”

“You are coming, right?” I tipped the wine glass to my lips.

“Unfortunately, I’ll be in Chicago. I’m leaving Tuesday morning.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. I have to pack the rest of Lucy’s things and some of my own. Plus, I have business to take care of at my company.”

“Are you keeping your penthouse?” I asked.

“I am. I’ll need it when I travel back and forth.”

I hated that part of me was a little upset he wouldn’t be at the engagement party.

“You can grill a mean steak.” I smiled.

“Thank you.” He chuckled, tipping the wine glass to his lips while his eyes stared into mine from across the table.

The fluttering in my belly never ceased and intensified every time he smiled at me.

“I am stuffed.” I placed my napkin from my lap onto the table.