The Teacher's Billionaire

her memory.
    Waving to acknowledge that she’d heard him, Callie leaned against her car, her arms by her sides, and watched Dylan approach. He moved with an athletic grace and carried himself in such a way that told the world he was confident and sure. Watching him approach made her pulse flutter.
    Annoyed by her body’s reaction to him, Callie silently cursed herself for sleeping late. If she’d left even just a few minutes sooner, she would’ve been able to avoid seeing him this morning.
    For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine why he was there. If her father arrived at Cliff House, a phone call would’ve been sufficient. She’d given him her cell phone number for that very reason.
    Had he lost her number and come to tell her Warren had arrived? Although possible, it didn’t make a lot of sense. He knew where she was staying and could have gotten in contact with her through the motel’s front desk.
    Maybe he’d been on his way out of town and stopped by to tell her Warren wasn’t going to make it this weekend because he still didn’t feel well enough to travel. It was a reasonable explanation, Callie thought. It was a polite gesture. And so far Dylan Talbot had acted the part of the polite gentleman. If that were the case she would spend her day sightseeing and leave first thing in the morning. It didn’t make sense to leave immediately just because things had not gone as planned.
    Perhaps it was for the best if Warren wasn’t going to make it this weekend. Now that she was here, Callie didn’t know if she wanted to meet her father and the rest of his family just yet; especially if they were anything like Sara. Some extra time to consider things would be nice. She had felt a little pressured into this meeting in the first place.
    But if you had to be pressured into anything, having Dylan Talbot do the pressing certainly made it easier. He really was a sight to behold.
    Back to Earth, Callie Taylor. He’s only here because of Warren. If it wasn’t for that connection, he’d never look twice at you. Don’t forget that.
    Unexpected desire ripped through Dylan’s body as he approached Callie. Instantly, an image of her sprawled out beneath him on the beach sprang to mind.
    Back it up there old boy. This is Warren’s daughter, remember.
    Dylan slowed his pace and reined in his thoughts. Stay focused, he reminded himself. My job is to keep her company until Warren arrives. That doesn’t require getting naked and horizontal.
    It would hopefully only be another day until his mother and Warren arrived. Once they got here he could minimize the amount of time he spent with Callie. If he wanted to, he could arrange it so that they were never in each other’s company again. That way he wouldn’t have to deal with this inconvenient desire that continued to plague him.
    Assuming things did work out and she saw her father on a regular basis, Dylan didn’t need to be around. While he did try to see his family regularly, it would be simple enough to make certain that his visits didn’t coincide with Callie’s.
    Oddly, he didn’t like the thought of not seeing Callie again after this weekend. Now wasn’t the time to be wondering why though. Right now he had a job to do, play host again in Warren’s absence.
    “Warren called this morning. He said the doctors will let him fly tomorrow so he and my mother should be here in the morning,” Dylan said after they exchanged greetings. “So I thought you might like to do some sightseeing today.”
    “It’s on my list of things to do,” she replied, her voice friendly.
    Before leaving Cliff House he’d mentally mapped out an entire itinerary for their day. He liked to be prepared. Yet if she wanted to see something specific, things could be changed. “Good. I thought we could head over to Fort Adams first. Then stop at the Old Stone Mill before lunch if there’s time.” She mentioned during dinner how much she loved history, so he made sure to add some historical landmarks to their day.
    Callie’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “We? Mr. Talbot you don’t need to escort me around. I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine on my own.”
    She was turning him down again? If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was playing hard to get.
    Slightly exasperated, Dylan placed a hand on her shoulder. “Unless you want me to address you as Miss Taylor all the time, you need to stop calling me Mr. Talbot.”
    A faint blush crept up her cheeks making