No ordinary Billionaire

CHAPTER 13

During the next week, Sarah was relieved that Dante had

actually started to loosen the reins a bit on letting her

be seen occasionally outside. Yesterday, he'd walked her to

Brew Magic so they could get a latte. Of course, he had her

shackle to his side with a powerful, muscular arm around

her waist, and she knew he was well-armed. Still, it was pro-

gressing. And for the last several days, he'd let her take a

few more laps up and down the driveway on her bike, teach-

ing her how to make turns and improve her skills. And

then, of course, there were the nights.

Sarah sighed happily as she thought about those in-

credible nights, with another one on its way. Neither of

them could wait beyond I've minutes before they were

naked and in the shower together after work, each of them

ravenous for the other. They usually woke up aroused and

ready in the morning, too. Sarah thought her desire would

settle down at least a little after she'd been with Dante. it

didn't. If anything, it made her need even more acute, more

urgent.

Her cell phone rang just as she was exiting Dante's truck

after work that day, and she cringed as she dug into her

purse and saw her mother's number.

"Who is it?" Dante asked curiously.

"My mother," she replied unhappily. It had been over a

the month since she'd heard from Elaine Baxter, and although

some part of wanted to talk to her mother because she

was her only family, she knew how the conversation would

go, how it always went.

Sarah answered it before she could decide to ignore

the call. She knew that once her mother had decided she

wanted to talk to her, she'd keep calling back.

"Hello," she said apprehensively.

"Sarah?" her mother asked abruptly.

"Yes, Mom. It's me."

"I've found the ideal man for you," Elaine said without

preamble. "I met him in one of my Mensa meetings. He's

perfect. His IQ is similar, and he's a brilliant neurosurgeon,

so you'd have a lot in common. He's older and ready to set-

tle own now. I need you to come back to Chicago."

Nothing had changed a bit. "I can't," she replied, not