Free The Teacher's Billionaire by Christina Tetreault

Or did that mean the whole family was waiting for her together? She knew she wasn't ready to meet the whole family at once. Talk about overload.
    A feeling of deja vu washed over her when the butler stopped and knocked on the same closed door. Clasping her hands in front of her, Callie waited as the butler spoke.
    Almost as soon as the butler told the room’s occupant she was there, the door opened further and Callie found her self staring into eyes identical to hers.
    If she’d had any doubts about their relationship, they were gone as she stood staring at Warren Sherbrooke. She’d always wondered who she’d inherited her unusual eye color from. Everyone else in her family had some shade of brown eyes, yet she had eyes so blue people often commented on them. Warren Sherbrooke’s eyes were the exact same shade. The pictures she'd seen on the internet hadn't done them justice.
    Smiling tentatively, Callie extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sherbrooke. I hope you're feeling better.”
    Somehow calling him Mr. Sherbrooke seemed too formal considering this was her father after all. At the same time calling him dad didn’t feel right either, and she didn't want to appear rude by calling him Warren.
    Momentarily his eyes got misty. For a second she thought he might cry, but then he returned her smile. “I'm much better. Please come in.” Taking her by the elbow, he led her to the leather sofa. “We have a lot to talk about.”
    That was an understatement if she’d ever heard one. She had a million questions. And with her mother gone, he was the only he who could answer them. The only problem was she didn't know how to start.
    Should she just take control of the conversation and ask him the questions which had been plaguing her since she learned the truth? Or should she let him set the pace and tone of the conversation?
    Man, she wished there was a Dummies Guide to Meeting Your Father for the First Time book. There seemed to be one on everything else these days.
    “ Would you like something to drink?” Warren asked once they were both seated. “Or something to eat? I thought we could join the rest of family for lunch, but if you’re hungry a light snack can be prepared now.”
    Though only a casual drinker Callie thought a glass of wine might be a good idea, but she didn’t say so. After all it was only ten o’clock in the morning. “I’m fine thank you. I ate something before I left the motel.”
    “ You have your mother’s smile,” Warren said after a moment of silence. “She was a wonderful person. I was sorry to hear that she passed.”
    When it came to her mom’s death, her emotions were still to raw and Callie fought back tears. “She was a great mother. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for me.”
    For the next several minutes Warren asked her questions about where she’d gone to school and what grade she taught. All the while the only thing Callie wanted to discuss was how her parents had met, and why he hadn’t tried to keep in contact with her mom. But how could she bring up the subject without seeming rude?
    “ Dylan told me you only recently learned about me,” Warren said. She’d just finished telling him about her students.
    The mere mention of Dylan’s name had her remembering the brotherly kiss on the cheek he’d given her the night before. Although it’d been innocent enough, it set her skin on fire and left her yearning for more.
    Now isn’t the time to be daydreaming . There will be plenty of time for that later.
    Callie refocused her thoughts away from Dylan. “I always thought my father died in a car accident. That was what my mom told me. Her friend told me the truth after she mailed the letter to you. Mom asked her not to, but she felt guilty about keeping it from me. She felt it was only fair that I know.”
    An unexpected stab of anger pierced her heart. Damn it. They’d always been so close. Knowing that her mom had lied to her hurt like hell. She