The Billionaire's Best Friend (The Sherbrookes of Newport)
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Authors: Christina Tetreault
The Billionaire
’s Best Friend
, copyright 2013, Christina Tetreault
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Christina Tetreault
Copyright 2013
Christina Tetreault
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Table of Contents
The author would like to give a special thank you to the following people:
Angelique Miller and Becka Lynn for letting me “borrow” their dogs JoJo and Maggie.
Dr. Bryan K. Harrell, LT Medical Corp U.S. Navy for answering my questions regarding the military.
Prologue
No one will notice if I sneak outside for a minute.
Tugging at the cuff of her sweater, Lauren McDonald crossed the room to the French doors leading outside. A cold blast of air hit her head-on, a stark contrast to the warmer temperature inside the apartment, but it didn’t deter her.
Outside, she took a deep breath and exhaled as she took in the view of the city. From the balcony she caught sight of the Prudential Building, or the
Pru as Bostonians called it, lit up with the official logo of the New England Patriots, who were at that moment winning the Super Bowl by two touchdowns.
I can breathe again.
The thought made no sense because the penthouse apartment consisted of more square footage than her own home, but thanks to Shelia Wentworth’s overpowering perfume, she’d felt starved of air. Lauren looked back inside at the party’s other guests. She caught a glimpse of Mark Wentworth, the governor’s son, and Henry Fuller, some bigwig defense attorney and owner of the downtown Boston apartment.
When Kevin had invited her to the Super Bowl party, she
’d realized it would be different from the ones she’d attended in the past. Considering the people Kevin called friends, how could it be anything else? And she’d been correct. This party didn’t have any plastic bowls filled with chips and salsa. There were no buffalo wings and pepperoni pizza from Tim’s Pizza. Her nephew didn’t keep popping into the room hoping to stay up past his bedtime and watch the game like he had the year before. Oh no, none of that for this refined crowd.
Instead, a professional wait staff served clams casino and sushi.
A trained bartender mixed drinks, while fine champagne was chilled in the event the Patriots won tonight. The entire evening felt more like a wedding reception than a football party with friends.
In many ways the party tonight was more like the fundraisers and other social events she attended, thanks to her friendship with Callie Talbot. The only real difference between those events and this one was she had Callie and her family around at those times. Both the Talbots and the
Sherbrookes made an effort to make her feel welcome.
With the exception of Kevin Walsh, her date, she couldn
’t say the same about the people here tonight. While the other guests were cordial, they made little effort to include her in their discussions which revolved around topics she couldn’t relate to. The two women she’d been standing with had launched into a comparison of their favorite haunts in Monaco. While Callie and her family might also have favorite spots in the tiny country so popular among the wealthy, they’d find a topic that mattered to them all, including her.
Kevin was like that, too. Since their first date, he
’d gone out of his way to find things they had in common. Surprisingly, they had a lot of the same interests. They liked the same music, had similar tastes in movies, and both enjoyed the theater.
Somehow, though, the behavior of the other guests didn
’t bother her tonight. Although the reaction had dissipated somewhat over the past two years, usually her insides still got all tied up at events like this one. She’d become painfully aware that she didn’t belong. Tonight, however, that was not the case. With the exception of the nausea caused by Sheila’s perfume, she felt relaxed, if not somewhat bored with the other women’s conversation.
A fat snowflake landed on her arm, and Lauren glanced up. Earlier in the evening the sky had sparkled with stars and a large full moon. Now only a few stars remained visible among the clouds. The meteorologist had called for a forty percent chance of snow tonight, and it appeared as though he
’d been correct. Even with the snowflakes drifting down, Lauren remained outside, enjoying a few more minutes away from the world inside the apartment.
“
There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” Kevin’s hand settled on her waist and pulled her close. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay?”
She heard the concern in his voice. The polite thing would
’ve been to find him before she went outside. “I’m fine. Just wanted some fresh air and a chance to check out the view before the game starts again. The city looks beautiful from up here. We can go back in if you want.” Lauren moved so she faced him, and once again the thought that he belonged on a movie set rather than inside a corporate office struck her. She’d had the very same thought the evening he’d first approached her.
She
’d accompanied Callie to a fundraiser in New York several weeks earlier. When she’d walked into the Waldorf Astoria, the last thing on her mind was a boyfriend. It’d been eleven months since her last relationship ended, and in that time she hadn’t been on a single date. Yet, when Kevin approached her she hadn’t shied away. In fact, when she saw Callie start back for their table, she’d thrown her a
don’t come back just yet
look. From that point on, they had talked all night. Then before she left, he’d asked for her number. When she’d given it to him, she’d half expected him not to call. After all, unlike the guests in attendance, she didn’t have millions sitting in her bank account, and he knew that. During their lengthy conversation, she’d told him she taught elementary school. Regardless, the following evening he called, and the next weekend they went out.
“
Let’s stay out here for a few more minutes. The half-time show just ended.” He cut off any rebuttal with a kiss.
The warmth from his body seeped into hers, chasing away her
goosebumps. Lauren threw herself into the kiss. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. It had to be a cocktail from the bar. She’d never seen Kevin touch a beer. Instead, he always ordered Manhattans and Old Fashions, drinks that seemed better suited to men from her father’s generation.
Kevin pulled his lips away.
“I’m glad you came tonight. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“
Yes, very much.”
“
Do you have plans next Saturday?” Kevin leaned back against the railing, his hand locked around hers. “
Hamlet
opens at the Wang Theater.”
“
Sounds nice.”
Behind them the French doors opened.
“The game is back on,” Mark Wentworth called out to them.
“
I think that’s our cue.”
“
Only if you’re ready.” Kevin rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “We can stay out here for a few more minutes.”
She appreciated the sentiment, but it made no sense for them to stay outside.
“I’ve had enough fresh air.”
Kevin kept Lauren tucked up against him as they joined the others. She’d claimed the view and fresh air had pulled her outside, and he hoped that was the only reason she’d left the party. When he’d left her alone with Mark’s and Henry’s wives, he’d assumed she would be at ease with the women. After all, she possessed an outgoing personality and regularly spent time with the likes of Callie Talbot and Sara Sherbrooke. He wanted Lauren to enjoy herself—get to know his friends and business associates.
“
Are you hungry?” Kevin asked as he led her toward an empty love seat. On the large screen television, the Patriots’ offense was preparing for the first play of the second half.
Lauren shook her head and took a seat on the edge of the cushion.
“All set.”
Sitting down next her, he pulled her back to him.
“If you change your mind, let me know.” He took hold of her hand and let most of his attention return to the game.
Chapter 1
Lauren read the final paragraph of the essay and laughed. Her students never ceased to amaze her. As a way to combine language arts with their current science unit on space she
’d asked them to write an essay about what they thought life on the moon would be like. She’d known some of her students had fantastic imaginations, but each of her fifth-graders amazed her with this assignment. The essays not only demonstrated their knowledge of the moon, but also showcased how far their writing skills had progressed since the start of the school year.
After writing a short note at the bottom of the most recent paper, Lauren put a grade in the top right-hand corner and added it to the corrected pile before recording the grade in her computer. She was about to reach for another essay when the doorbell echoed through her tiny ranch house, followed by
JoJo’s barking. Taking a quick peek out the window, she recognized the dark green Mercedes parked in her driveway.
Right on time as always.
Lauren moved away from the window and toward the front door.
“
Happy birthday.” Callie Talbot, her best friend since high school, stepped forward and gave Lauren a hug as soon as she opened the door, despite the large bag hanging from one arm and the large box in her hand.
“
Thank you. Come on in,” Lauren said, returning the hug. “How was the drive?” Closing the door, she followed her friend, who was more like a sister, into the living room.
“
Not bad. I stopped to see Helen on the way here.”
Lauren joined Callie on the couch.
“How is she?” Helen Lee had been Callie’s mom’s best friend, and since her mom’s death a couple of years earlier, Callie went out of her way to stay in contact with the woman.
“
Good. Her third grandchild was born last month. She had a ton of pictures to show me. And she said to say hello.” Callie set the bag down on the coffee table. “I can get my overnight bag from the car later, but I wanted to give you this now.” Reaching into the bag, Callie pulled out a small box wrapped with a pink bow, as well as a large cake box. “I saw these and thought of you.” She handed Lauren the small box.
Unwrapping
the small box, Lauren smiled when she pulled open the lid. Nestled inside were long pink earrings in the shape of ballet slippers. The pair would fit in perfectly with her school jewelry. Every day she wore a different pair of silly earrings. She’d started doing it as a student teacher eleven years ago, and somehow it had become her thing. Now all her students expected it, and many gave her earrings as end-of-year gifts.