The Teacher's Billionaire

married. Hopefully that someday would be years away.
    Years might be pushing it, Callie admitted. Still she didn’t want to see him until she’d been able to bury her feelings for him. Right now her emotions were too raw.
    Would it sound odd to ask if anyone else would be there? Possibly. Then again this entire situation was odd. It had been from the very moment Helen Lee told her the truth.
    Muting the television, Callie dialed Warren’s cell phone number. The phone rang several times before Warren answered.
    “Callie,” her father greeted warmly. “I was going to call you later tonight. How are you holding up?”
    She could hear the concern in his voice. “So, so.”
    “Have you thought anymore about my offer? Elizabeth and I are arriving at Cliff House tomorrow for a few days.”
    “Actually yes. That’s why I’m calling.” Callie paused to think of her next words. She didn’t want to come right out and ask about Dylan specifically. At the same time she needed to know if he would be there. “But I don’t want to intrude on any family time if everyone is going to be there.”
    “Callie you
are
family.”
    She was touched by his statement and wasn’t sure how to reply. Thankfully she didn’t have to.
    “Don’t worry though. This trip it should just be us. Sara is visiting friends in Miami and Dylan hardly ever comes anymore. I don’t know what Jake’s plans are, but it is doubtful he’ll show up.”
    She couldn’t have asked for a better response.
    “Oh and if you want bring your dog. There is plenty of room for him to run around outside and an empty kennel next to the stable. Then you can stay as long as you want without having to worry about boarding him.”
    He’s really trying.
Callie had been impressed with Warren’s treatment of her since their first meeting. But his offer to bring Lucky really sent her opinion of him over the top.
    “Uh, okay. If you’re sure.” While she appreciated the offer, she already felt as if she was taking advantage of the situation by accepting his invitation to hide out there.
    Hide out.
Never in a million years had she thought she would need to hide out. Then again she never imagined someone like Warren Sherbrooke was her father.
    An unexpected burst of anger exploded in her heart. If her mother had never bothered to write that letter none of this would be happening. She wouldn’t have reporters staking out her apartment, and hounding her. She wouldn’t be nursing a broken heart either. Instead she would be happily living her life as she always had. Perfectly content to think her father was dead. Killed in a car accident as her mom had always claimed.
    It’s not her fault
. Deep down Callie knew that. Yes her mother wrote the letter and Helen told her the truth, but she’d made the decision to meet her father. She gave Warren the green light to tell the media. No one had forced her to do that. Just like no one had held a gun to her head when it came to getting involved with Dylan. She’d made that disastrous decision all on her own. She could have told him not to call after that first kiss they’d shared. She hadn’t been strong enough to. Now she had to pay the price for her lapse in judgment.

Chapter 14
    The electric blue Lamborghini she parked next to told her someone besides Warren and Elizabeth was there. Callie just couldn’t see either of them driving the over the top car. The black Bentley further down in the garage was more their style.
    She dismissed Dylan as its possible owner. It wasn’t his style either. He leaned more toward the classy and subtle. There was nothing subtle about an electric blue Lamborghini. That meant it could be Sara’s or Jake’s - or worse another guest.
    “Please don’t let it be Sara’s,” she prayed turning off the engine. She couldn’t deal with her right now.
    On second thought maybe another guest wouldn’t be the worst thing. If the car belonged to Jake and he turned out to be anything like his sister the next several days would be torturous.
    Get moving
.
You’re not going to learn anything sitting here.
“Lucky, I’m starting to wish I could stay with you in the kennel.” With a sigh, she opened her car door. Before pulling into the garage, she’d stopped at the kennel and dropped Lucky off. The kennel was attached to what Warren called a stable, although calling it that seemed wrong. It was nicer than her apartment. The kennel too was like none she’d seen before. It consisted of both