The Teacher's Billionaire

her traitorous heart didn’t want to accept the words her brain was sending it. She really needed to get those two organs on the same page. Otherwise she was headed for some serious trouble.
    Racking her suddenly empty brain for something to say, Callie said the first thing she found. “I’ve only been here once before, with the girl scouts.”
    Dylan’s lips curved into a smile. “So you were a cookie pusher?”
    Callie gasped pretending to be outraged at his comment. “There’s more to girl scouts than selling cookies I’ll have you know.”
    He nodded in agreement, a slight gleam in his eye. “True. You march in parades too.”
    Without thinking she gently punched his rock hard thigh. “Shows how much you know, Mr. CEO! We learned and did all kinds of things.”
    “If you say so,” Dylan conceded trapping her hand against his thigh and interlocking their fingers.
    With that single touch the rest of the stadium disappeared. All she could see was their hands linked together resting on his jean-clad leg. All she could feel was the warm skin of his hand and muscular thigh. The ease she’d felt when they’d been bantering back and forth evaporated.
    Remember who he is.
The silent order brought Callie back to the stadium as the announcer asked everyone to stand for the National Anthem which was actually being sung tonight by a couple of girl scouts.
    “Looks like you cookie pushers sing too.” Dylan laughed as the young girls on the field waited for the music to begin.
    Shivering, she automatically rubbed her hands up and down her arms in an effort to warm up. Earlier in the day it had been warm, but now that the sun had gone down and a breeze had picked up it was chilly. Callie wished she’d thought to bring a sweatshirt along.
    From the corner of her eye, she noticed Dylan remove the unbuttoned long-sleeved denim shirt he wore over his t-shirt. “Here put this on.”
    Accepting the shirt she asked, “What about you?”
    “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
    Grateful Callie slipped the shirt on. The fabric was still warm from his body. The heat felt heavenly against her skin. She couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure.
    “Better?”
    “Much. Thanks.” The shirt enveloped her. The slightest scent of some pricey cologne clung to the fabric, and she felt as if he was embracing her.
    Now, that’s a stupid thought. It’s just a shirt.
    Touching her arm, Dylan nodded in the direction of the scoreboard. “Told you the Sox couldn’t win with Roberts pitching tonight.”
    “It isn’t over yet.” Callie narrowed her eyes at him. “They’re only down by three runs, and there are still two and a half innings to play.”
    He shrugged and gave her a boyish lopsided smile. “Care to make a little wager?”
    She wasn’t usually a betting person. She didn’t even buy lottery tickets, but what the heck. “Okay, you’re on.”
    “If your beloved Sox manage to pull off a win, you get to pick what we do tomorrow.” Dylan’s doubt that the Sox could win was evident in his voice. “But if they don’t I get to choose.”
    What we do tomorrow?
As far as wages went this one was a win-win for her, Callie thought. Still she hesitated for the briefest of seconds. He’d never mentioned getting together on Sunday. Not that she had any plans.
    “You’re on,” she replied, ignoring the questions swirling in her head. She could figure them out later. Right now she just wanted to have a little fun and enjoy what she was starting to think of as a date with the man next to her.
    It hadn’t been her intention. Ever since they made plans to attend the game, she’d been telling herself it was just a night out with a friend. She had a few guy friends that she hung out with from time to time. Right now though cocooned in his shirt with his arm draped over her shoulders the word date blazed in her mind like a neon sign.
    A date with Dylan Talbot. Never in a million years would she have imagined it. And another day with him tomorrow, Callie thought somewhat oblivious to the game on the field.
What am I getting myself into? Trouble. Big. Time. Trouble.
    On the field the Red Sox batter smashed a two run homer over the Green Monster sending the crowd to its feet. The deafening noise drew Callie back to the stadium.
    “Told you it wasn’t over yet. Now we’re only down by one run.”
    Dylan leaned closer to whisper in her ear, his breath caressing her skin. “It was a lucky shot. But it doesn’t matter. Even if the