Billionaire Bachelors 8 : Unexpected Treasure(52)

Haley ran her hands through her hair and stared at the back of his newspaper. Was he the one who was insane? Why wasn't he trying to delve deeper, get into her head, or just send her packing? If she knew she wasn't completely together, why couldn't he see it?

Yet wasn't she overanalyzing this, and trying to seek out serpents in her temporary paradise? It wasn't as if she couldn't just move back out again when their relationship, or whatever this was called, ran its course. He hadn't mentioned anything about her two-week vacation. Did he want her to stay longer? Doubtful.

It might be best to avoid reminding him that she was only here because she'd won a raffle. If she brought that up right now, he might snap out of this spell he seemed to be under and tell her that he'd personally pack her bags and get her to the airport to send her off. The thought of leaving him in a couple of days turned her stomach inside out.

With a sigh, she looked at her breakfast, the once delicious cinnamon roll now turning her stomach. There seemed no need to respond to Crew anymore, since he'd already made up his mind, and to tell the truth, she wanted to sleep by his side each night. At least for a while, she could pretend this was a normal relationship, and that this incredible man cherished her. A little fantasy would help her sleep on those nights when loneliness was eating her alive.

Making up her mind, she pushed away her plate and took small sips from her cup while she tried to convince herself that it was OK to seek enjoyment from life. It was OK to not worry about what tomorrow would bring. She'd see this through to the natural end, and she'd grow as a person. That was all she could ask of herself and Crew.

Chapter Twenty-One

A few days later, Haley felt obliged to tell Crew that her time was up. Her train ticket was for the next day, and though she didn't want to leave, she needed to get back to the real world. She'd always believed that the word heartache was a metaphor, but there was no denying the physical pain in her chest as she stood in the bathroom and practiced her goodbye speech.

Would he ever think of her again? In time, would she get over him? She and Crew had been together only two weeks, but they were two glorious weeks, and she knew she'd never be the same.

That was all thanks to him, and to his wonderful lessons. Her gloom didn't prevent a contented grin from spreading across her features when she thought of the magic he'd created within her. She now knew it wasn't a sin to enjoy sex; it wasn't a crime to feel like a woman.




 

 

Her grandparents had been so wrong in so many ways, and she wished they were still alive so she could confront them with their cruelty. Was it always wrong to think ill of the dead? They'd tried their hardest to destroy her, and they'd almost succeeded, so she didn't think so in this case. As long as she didn't descend into anger and bitterness, they wouldn't control her from beyond the grave.

It was amazing how much could change within a person in such a short amount of time. She knew she had a long way to go before she'd be the person she wanted to be, but because of Crew, she was much closer than she'd ever been.

Taking a soothing breath, she gripped the doorknob and emerged from the warm bathroom. She could hear the crinkling of the paper as Crew turned the page. After closing her eyes for a moment to imprint everything to her memory, she moved forward.

No matter what, she wouldn't cry. Why make him feel guilty about her pain? Everything he'd ever done was meant to help her feel better about herself.

He mumbled a good morning as she sat and poured herself a cup of coffee, and grabbed a chocolate croissant. With the churning in her stomach, she doubted she'd be able to eat, but it was such a habit now to sit at this small table while he read the paper and she nibbled on the goodies before her while downing a couple of cups of espresso.

"I was thinking of playing hooky today, Haley, and taking you out to see the Catalina Island Conservancy so you can see the bison. You told me last week that you wanted to do some exploring."

Crew set down the paper to focus all of his attention on her. Normally, he finished reading first, then gave her his undivided attention. On the morning she had to tell him goodbye, his extra attention hurt even more. Could the man get any more perfect? Was he really as flawless as she'd made him in her mind, or was she just placing him on a pedestal?

There was no need to drag this out, so she plastered a fake smile on her face. "I really need to pack today. My train leaves early tomorrow," she said, proud she'd been able to say the words without trembling.

Crew froze and his face lost all expression; his eyes bored into hers. After a few moments, he finally set his cup down.

"I don't want you to leave." It was simple and to the point and her heart began to swell in joy … but wait. Maybe he's just saying that.