Read Online Loving The Billionaire (The Sherbrookes of Newport) by Christina Tetreault - Free Book Online Page B

kissed her and set out to fulfill his statement.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    “I wish I didn’t have to go back tonight.” Warren wrapped a second blanket around them as they sat on his private balcony watching the sunset. They’d spent the night before and all day at the mansion. But it was getting late, and he had classes in the morning.
    “Me, too.” She snuggled closer to him. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”
    “Fair enough.” He squeezed her. “What should we talk about?”
    “Depends. If I ask you something will you answer me truthfully?”
    Cautiously he answered, “Yes.”
    “When did you realize you loved me?”
    “Does it matter?”
    Ruth tilted her head and studied him. “I guess not, but I’m curious.”
    “That morning when you found me on the beach.” Already he could guess her next question.
    A faint smile appeared on her face. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Just as quickly as her smiled appeared, it vanished. “You started dating what’s her name right after that, didn’t you?”
    “I didn’t say anything because we were friends.” He watched the waves crash on the shore. “I figured if I said something it could ruin our friendship. Then I met Beatrice in Boston. My family liked her, so I thought I’d see where things went.”
    “That makes sense I guess.”
    “Right before Christmas I intended to tell you. I even called you to see if we could meet.”
    Ruth shook her head. “You never asked to see me. We didn’t see each other until after Christmas.”
    “When I called, you’d just broken up with someone. It seemed like the wrong time.”
    “That was two months ago.”
    “I know. But after that call I wasn’t sure it was a good idea.”
    “What changed your mind?” Ruth took his hand.
    “Our kiss on New Year’s Eve.” Before she even moved her lips, he knew what her next statement was going to be. “And yes, I know that was more than a month ago.” He kissed her to keep her from talking. “Being with me can be difficult. My family can be overwhelming at times, and we both know the media is constantly circling us like vultures. I wasn’t sure you’d want to deal with all that. Eventually, I figured I’d never know unless I asked. Valentine’s Day seemed like the perfect time.”
    “The media thing doesn’t thrill me.”
    A sliver of dread raced down his spine. “Are you having second thoughts about us?”
    “No. Besides, if the media starts digging around, they’ll only find out how boring I am.” She rubbed his arm. “And I’ll probably like your family. Your brother Mark is nice.”
    Warren blew out the breath he’d been holding. “I won’t subject you to the entire Sherbrooke clan at once. None of them will be around here until the summer anyway. And even then, I’m not sure how much time they’ll spend here. My father is preparing to launch his campaign for the Senate in the spring.”
    “A slow introduction sounds good.”
    When had her feelings changed? Did it even matter? Ruth loved him and he held her in his arms. “Next weekend come up and stay with me in Boston.”
    “What about your brother?”
    “Please. Donna stays with us enough that he can’t complain. Besides, I doubt we’ll leave my room much.” Warren stood and pulled her up with him. He couldn’t stay much longer if he hoped to get a little sleep.
    He kissed her neck as he walked them inside. “Will you come?”
    She nodded.
    Warren stopped near his bed. “Can you stay longer?” He wasn’t the only one with an early morning tomorrow. That didn’t mean he wanted their weekend to end.
    “Maybe just a little bit.” She unbuttoned his pants.
    A little longer wasn’t enough, especially since they’d already wasted several months. However, tonight it would have to do, and he’d make sure they didn’t waste any more time in the future.