The Teacher's Billionaire

planned. Dylan just hoped it worked.
    “Bill is everything in order?” he asked one of Sherbrooke Enterprises’ attorneys not caring that he’d interrupted Steven Macy in mid-sentence.
    Bill gave him a look as if to say thank you for shutting him up. “It’s a done deal. We are all set.”
    Coming to his feet Dylan announced, “Then we’re done here gentlemen.” Normally, he had more finesse. He’d casually bring the conservation to an end so that Steven Macy didn’t feel as if he was being tossed out of the office. Today he just didn’t care. Right now the only thing he cared about was getting out of the city and to Cliff House.
    Dylan used the short plane ride to Rhode Island to clear up any other business that might interfere with his weekend. He didn’t want any distractions from the outside world. As arranged, a car was waiting for him at the airport in Newport.
    “Straight to Cliff House tonight, sir?” the driver asked getting behind the wheel of the Town Car.
    After replying
yes
he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jake’s number. He’d arrived in Newport the previous evening at Dylan’s request. Though he hated to admit it, Dylan needed his brother’s help to carry off his plan.
    Jake had two responsibilities. One to keep Callie busy so she wouldn’t see Dylan arrive. And two, to make sure she showed up at the Tea House that evening.
    “Everything ready?” Dylan asked once his brother answered the phone.
    “Just waiting for you. Everything is just the way you wanted it. And Callie has no idea anything is up. We’ve been gone all day.”
    “Thanks.” Dylan hoped his brother knew he was thanking him for more than just his help today.
    “Don’t mention it. Good luck.”
    I’m going to need it.
Dylan returned the cell phone to his pocket.
    ***
    Flopping onto the king sized bed, Callie wished she could lie down and go to sleep. She was exhausted. The night before she’d been up way too late talking with Jake, who had unexpectedly shown up around lunchtime. When she’d finally gone to bed she hadn’t fallen asleep right away. Instead she’d stared at the ceiling for hours only falling asleep when the first rays of sunlight came through the window.
    Never one to waste the day lounging around in bed, she’d still gotten up around seven. Then after returning from her morning walk with Lucky, Jake took her sailing.
    Just a quick dinner then bed.
She forced herself into a sitting position. Normally if she felt this tired she would get into some comfortable pjs, grab something simple like cereal for dinner and plop down with a good book.
    Can’t do that here.
At least not with Jake expecting her to join him downstairs.
Another hour or two body, then you can get some rest. Promise.
    Before heading downstairs, Callie combed her hair out and pulled it back in a simple ponytail. A day on the open water destroyed the French braid she’d fashioned that morning and she didn’t feel like taking the time to re-do it.
    Downstairs Jake stood with one arm resting on the marble banister waiting for her. “Thought we’d eat down in the Tea House. It’s a perfect night for it.”
    “Can’t we just eat here? It must be a pain for the staff to get food down there. Then they only have to bring everything back afterward. I’m fine with eating here.”
    Jake didn’t immediately reply. Rather he seemed to consider her words as if he’d never given it any thought before. “They already set things up.”
    She came down the last few steps. “Whatever, I guess.”
    Jake threw an arm across her shoulders. “Don’t sound so enthused,” he said with amusement. “Trust me you’ll be glad I suggested it.”
    Callie wasn’t sure if it was what he said or rather how he said it, but she got the distinct feeling he wasn’t talking about dinner anymore. “Lead the way.”
    It truly was a gorgeous evening. While the thermometer still read 85 degrees a cool refreshing breeze rolled up from the ocean. There wasn’t a cloud in the star-studded sky, and the moon was nearly full.
    This is what summer in New England is all about.
    As they crossed the large expanse of lawn separating the mansion from the Tea House, Jake kept up a steady conversation.
    “What did you think of your first time sailing?”
    “Loved it. It was so different from the ferries and pontoon boats I’ve been on. I can see why you like doing it so much.”
    “Glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we can go again before I leave. If you want