Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

“Must you follow me every minute of the day?”

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me before, but Mark did not indicate when he said I was free to make arrangements that he would be with me every blasted moment. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t rude or disrespectful in any way.

No, it was far worse than that. He was helpful and so devastatingly handsome with his day’s growth of beard and yesterday’s clothes that I couldn’t help but make a complete fool out of myself.

“If I wasn’t here, who would have picked you up when you fell off the sidewalk?” Mark answered with a quirk of his lips.

“I didn’t fall,” I corrected him. “The sidewalk was being elusive.”

A full-blown smirk was beginning to form as he answered me. “What about when you gouged your eye with the straw?”

The injured eye was still throbbing a bit.

“That was intentional.”

He laughed, and dear Lord that was a sound I would never be sick of. I couldn’t stay mad at him because he hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault that everywhere we went the people of Otterville Falls couldn’t keep their eyes off of him—mostly the women.

Alice and Reena fell all over themselves when we checked in on them. First off, they both hugged him. I might have enjoyed the panicked look that he got when Reena gave him an extra nuzzle with her cleavage. Next, they ushered him into their home as if he were the president or God.

By the time we left, Mark had arranged for the local market to deliver their groceries weekly. You would have thought that the man killed a fire-breathing dragon on their behalf.

From there we went to Martha and Earl’s, which was located next to the vicarage. Sadly, there we ran into a bit of trouble with Father Montgomery.

“Devil’s Spawn! You aren’t welcome here!” That was all the good father got out before Mark had him pinned up against the church’s brick wall.

In a voice that was backed with steel, Mark threatened, “You are supposed to be a man of God—act like it. I suggest you change your approach to Miss Landry.”

I tugged on Mark’s sleeve, “Maybe we should go?”

“Maybe he needs to explain to his Maker why he treats perfectly good people like shit,” Mark said in what could only be described as a threatening way.

you aren’t supposed to say shit

more than I wanted to share. Finally,

“Everywhere God’s light touches is his church,” Father Montgomery

happens when the sun goes down?” I

Mark smiled at me and my stomach flip-flopped.

I added for Father Montgomery, “He’s

Father Montgomery clearly had a death wish. The next thing I knew he was spouting off something that sounded like scripture. It was all about the men of

Before Mark could take him out, I whispered, “You can’t kill

added, “He is

and Gabriel, a fact which didn’t set well with Mark. When we were back at the trailer, Mark sat me down in the living

to the insult,” he said with disgust. “At first,

hurt a little.

that impression changed?”

you do these things out of the kindness of

One

at me incredulously. “Martha criticizes every last thing you do. Earl takes advantage of your generous nature. Your boss treats you like the gum underneath his shoe. Alice and Reena use you much as a hired companion would. And the preacher? He should be horsewhipped. Why

I didn’t like the question, or the pity that I could see

of me,” I mumbled. “My mother

his

body tense.

me with knowing eyes. “Do you?”

question. One that I didn’t

“Explain to me why the grocer wouldn’t look you in

he hadn’t seen that. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

name was almost a plea on his lips. “What in the fuck happened

swallowed but didn’t answer. As much as I liked Mark, I

you, Sutton?” he inquired softly.

him, needing some distance. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I have taken care

to know what I see?” Mark challenged, grabbing my wrist and pulling me close to him so that I could smell the mint he had eaten after

go?” I pressed against his

that works long

Okay, that doesn’t seem to be too bad.