The Teacher's Billionaire

She didn’t know whom she’d expected when she opened the door, but it wasn’t the large and exceedingly well-dressed dark-haired Adonis standing on the other side. Like a brainless ninny, she stood and gawked at the gorgeous man standing on the landing. An occasional reader of People and Time magazines, she’d seen plenty of pictures of business executive Dylan Talbot. In fact months earlier he’d been voted one of the most eligible bachelors in the United States.

The man standing at her door could be his identical twin. They say everyone has a twin. Her brain just wouldn’t let her consider the possibility it was Dylan Talbot because that would mean only one thing, Warren Sherbrooke sent him.

“Miss Taylor?” the gentleman, dressed in a dark gray suit Callie suspected he hadn’t picked up at Sears, asked.

“Can. . . can I help you?” Callie stammered out, suddenly forgetting how to speak.

Lord, you might think she’d never seen a handsome man before. Not this handsome, you haven’t.

The man offered her a friendly smile that transformed him from gorgeous to downright heart-stopping. “I hoped to have a word with you. Warren Sherbrooke sent me.” His voice was deep and laced with a slight English accent.

Callie’s stomach plummeted. Since talking to Helen Lee she’d tried not to think about Warren Sherbrooke and her unknown family. She was having a difficult enough time dealing with the fact that her mother had lied to her for thirty-one years. But obviously she could not ignore him any longer.

Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t let a stranger into her apartment, but these weren’t normal circumstances. “Please come in Mr…” She paused accepting the fact that the man was Dylan Talbot and not just a look-alike. Warren Sherbrooke was married to Dylan Talbot’s mother.

The man pulled open the screen door. “Dylan Talbot,” he supplied, extending his hand to her once inside.

Her friends would never believe Dylan Talbot had been to her apartment. She wouldn’t blame them either. If they told her one of the country’s most desirable men had shown up on their doorstep she wouldn’t believe it either. Actually she would probably laugh at them. So not important now.

But why exactly was he here? He’d mentioned Warren Sherbrooke. Obviously her father received the letter her mother wrote him. Did he believe it? And if he did why hadn’t he contacted her himself? Why send someone else?