The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(62)

“What should we start with?” Kelsey asked as Jessica looked around the store.

“We got some stocking stuffers for Christmas, so I’d like them somewhere prominent,” Mr. North said. “They’re in the back.”



“Got it,” Kelsey said, heading to the storeroom.

“Where’s Dylan?” Mr. North said.

“Still asleep when we left,” Jessica said, looking at a bright pink fleece jacket.

“There’s an employee discount,” Mr. North said to her, and she giggled.


For the next two hours, Kelsey and Jessica helped straighten the store and put out new merchandise. Only a few customers dropped in.

“Why don’t you two go get some lunch and enjoy yourselves?” Mr. North said around 11:30. “It’s not going to be busy around here today.”



“Dad, are you sure?” Kelsey said.

“I wanted to put up the Christmas decorations,” Jessica pouted.

“I don’t want Jessica to miss Port Townsend because you’re helping out.”



“I’ll take her on a tour, then we’ll come back,” Kelsey said.

“Fine, come back later,” Mr. North said, waving them out. The girls left and headed down Water Street.

“Want to shop or get lunch first?”



“Lunch, I think,” Jessica said. “Do you want to call Dylan?”



“I don’t want to wake him if he’s still asleep. He can message us if he wants to come down,” Kelsey replied. They turned on Taylor Street and walked into a small cafe.

“Hey, Kels,” said the guy behind the counter. “Welcome home.”



“Hi, Ben. This is my roommate Jessica.”



“Hi,” Jessica said.

“Are you going to Eric’s on Friday?”



“Is this the party of the century?” Jessica asked.

“It’s the only game in town,” Ben said.

“We might,” Kelsey said. “What’s good today?”



“I’m partial to the quiche,” Ben replied. “I made it.”



“Quiche it is,” Kelsey said. “Jess?”



“Quiche sounds great,” Jessica said. Kelsey paid for lunch while Jessica sat at one of the tables with a paper that a customer had left behind. She was reading it as Kelsey joined her with two bottles of iced tea.

“This certainly isn’t the New York Times,” Jessica said, folding the paper. “Christmas bazaars, Rotary Club meetings. It’s certainly quiet around here.”



“That’s the way some of us like it,” Kelsey said, taking off the top of her drink.

“But you’re planning on leaving,” Jessica pointed out.

“Good point,” Kelsey said. “So are you going to buy the pink jacket?”



“It’s cute isn’t it? What’s my employee discount?”



Kelsey laughed. “I’ll ask my dad.”



“It’s nice and toasty too. I have a feeling I’ll need it when we get back. It’s getting colder.”



Ben walked over with two plates of quiche and salad. “Enjoy,” he said.

“Thanks,” Kelsey said, picking up her fork.

“Yummy,” Jessica said, taking a bite.

“Wait until tomorrow’s dinner,” Kelsey said.

“What does your mom make that takes a week?”



“It’s the prep time,” Kelsey said. “Three kinds of stuffing, two kinds of potatoes, four desserts.”



“Just for the three of you?”



“We usually invite someone over, but yeah, sometimes it’s just the three of us.”



“My mother can call for take-out,” Jessica quipped, taking a bite of food.

“Mine too. Just not on Thanksgiving,” Kelsey said.

They ate their lunch, said goodbye to Ben and left the cafe to go window shopping. As Jessica was looking at a book at the bookstore, and Kelsey was browsing, Kelsey’s phone rang.

“Hi, Dylan. Did you just wake up?” Kelsey asked. Jessica looked up.

“No,” Dylan said. “I woke up about an hour ago.” Kelsey looked at the time. It was 1 p.m. “Do you want me to come down to the store?”



“There’s no point, unless you want to,” Kelsey said. “We’re pretty much customer-free today. Jess and I are shopping on Water Street.”



“Okay, I’ll stay here and help your mom then. She needs some stuff from the store,” Dylan said.

“All right,” Kelsey said. “We’ll see you for dinner.”



“Sounds good. Take care, Kels,” Dylan replied and disconnected.

“Is he coming down?” Jessica asked



Kelsey shook her head. “He’s going to the store for Mom.”



“I hope he doesn’t pick up more alcohol,” Jessica said softly.