Eligible Billionaires: Running From Love Part 6

"Thanks, sweetie," Trevor whispered to the baby in his arms. "At least you got me into the house."

Poppy reemerged and reached out to wipe Hazels chin. "Teething, up all night, and very cranky today because of it." She started to lift Hazel from Trevors arms but the baby protested with irritated cries.

"I think she wants to stay in my arms."

Pink flooded Poppys cheeks. Trevor wondered, did Poppy want to remain in his arms? Hed do anything to convince her that they were the best place for her.

"Im hungry," Laura whined.

Poppy bent down and picked her up again. "Okay. How about some mac and cheese?"

"Yes, please." Laura snuggled into Poppys chest and tucked her thumb into her mouth. She wasnt nearly as big of a pushover for Trevor as her baby sister, because she warily eyed him from the safety of Poppys arms.

"Ill warm it up for you." Poppy carried the little girl toward the tiny play table in the living room. "You draw and Ill call you when its ready." The girl slid down Poppys front and dashed toward the tiny pink table in the corner with sheets of paper scattered across the surface and a box of giant crayons.

"I suppose youll have to stay until that one settles." Poppy nodded toward Hazel.

Trevor followed Poppy into the kitchen holding Hazel. She gnawed at the purple washcloth. Poppy pulled food from the refrigerator as Trevor watched, leaning against the counter. Her movements were quick and determined. There were so many things they werent saying to each other. The girls provided this strange buffer. Trevors desire for her careened through his belly and tightened in his legs. He had questions. Things he wanted to ask and words he needed to say. But that conversation would need to wait for a time when they were alone.

His eyes roamed her body, starting with her bare feet, tan and delicious with bright pink toenails. His gaze traveled north to her brown legs and the tiny shorts that clung to her full curves. Across her back toward the front of her s.h.i.+rt, where her nipples pressed against the fabric of her s.h.i.+rt. The weight in his arms grew subtly heavier as the baby relaxed. He glanced down. Hazel lay open-mouthed in the crook of his arm with the once-frozen washcloth on her chest.

"Shes asleep," he whispered.

Poppy spun from the counter. Her gaze landed on Hazel and her fingers landed on her lips. "Oh my G.o.d," she whispered. "She hasnt slept that well in days. This teething is the pits." Her gaze trailed up over Hazel and met his eyes. "Do you mind following me to her room? Im afraid if I take her, sh.e.l.l wake up, and then Ill never get her back to sleep."

Trevor nodded. What he really wanted was to lean forward and press his lips to Poppys mouth. Hed settle for any amount of time shed give him. At least, right now, she couldnt run away from him. She was responsible for these two kids, and even Poppy wouldnt desert her two nieces just to avoid his love.

An echo of the heat that pulsed through his body reflected in Poppys eyes. She could run, but she couldnt deny her own feelings. Her face told him too much. Her tongue trailed across her bottom lip, her hand brushed across her hair, her eyes gazed up at him through those long eyelashes. Nope. Her body wouldnt lie. Even now, her nipples budded into tight beads of flesh beneath the fabric of her s.h.i.+rt.

She turned. He followed her out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and down the hall to a room decorated with paintings of b.u.t.terflies and fairies. The scent of baby permeated the room. Up Side Burgers corporate nursery always smelled the same. Was it powder or talc? He couldnt remember.

Poppy stood beside the white crib. "Gently," she said, her voice soft.

Slowly he leaned over and lowered the itty-bitty girl into her crib. Poppy was so near, just to his side, and the heat of her flashed through him. He placed Hazel on the mattress and Poppy leaned over and draped a yellow blanket over the sleeping baby. Hazels mouth dropped open.

Trevor followed Poppy from the room. She pulled the door closed. Then she turned to him. "I cant believe youre-"

Before the words were out of her mouth, his lips were on hers. He clasped her jaw with both hands. Oh G.o.d, but he couldnt wait. He needed to feel her lips on his, her body closer, the heat of her, the scent of her ... just Poppy.

She stiffened for an instant. Then his arm slid around her waist and pulled her closer and it was as if in that moment her body remembered that she was meant to be his. Poppy was built for him and they were meant to be a couple. Her mouth slid open and his tongue slipped into her mouth. His entire body thrummed with instant desire.

Poppy. His Poppy. Hed found her and now he was kissing her. He pulled her closer and his s.e.x hardened against her hip. Her mouth was fused with his and she returned his kiss with pa.s.sion and warmth. Need jolted and careened between them.

She pulled away. "Laura is in the other room," she said. "I cant ... not now ... I cant-"

"Tonight. See me tonight."

She slipped from his arms and he fought the urge to pull her back to him, closer and tighter. Fear that she might run again careened through his belly.

"I dont know ... I mean ... my sister ... shes at the ..." She stopped herself before any of the facts that Trevor already knew thanks to Robert escaped her lips. "My sister is away this afternoon." Poppy put her hands on her hips. "Im not sure when sh.e.l.l get back."

"We can go whenever it works for you." He reached for her fingers and grasped her hand into his. "I need to see you, Poppy."

Her gaze locked with his.

"And you need to see me." Trevor pulled her closer.

Angry fire flashed in her eyes and then was gone. She nodded. Yes, she did. Even she had to admit that they had to talk about this love between them. Shed run and now he was here, and he wasnt about to let her run away again without at least hearing everything he needed to say to her.

"Okay." Her voice softened with surrender. "Ill text you."

"Will you?"

She nodded. A tiny smile crossed her lips. "I will. I promise."

"Okay, if you promise."

"I do," Poppy said. "I wont run away tonight. I can promise you that."

Chapter 9.

"What is this place?" Poppy followed Trevor through the giant house that sat on the Malibu beach. The windows were two stories high. The Pacific spread out beyond the windows just past the pool.

"Its my parents place."

Poppy turned from the view and her eyes swept over Trevor. He wore loose fitting sand-colored pants and a white t-s.h.i.+rt. Super casual, and yet he could have just stepped off the pages of a mens fas.h.i.+on magazine.

"Your parents? Are they here?" Poppys gaze swept the room. Wow, Trevors parents were shockingly successful. There was so much she didnt know about him, many things shed avoided finding out in an attempt to keep her distance and save her heart.

"I thought we could have a couple drinks and some dinner and talk."

Poppys stomach pitted when she heard the "T" word. Yes, shed agreed to come to dinner with Trevor, and yes, shed felt the heat that simmered between them, and yes, even though she was loath to admit it, she loved Trevor even though she was afraid to.

Love hurt. Shed rather keep her heart safe. Better to be safe with her heart than sorry with her lover. She walked out the giant back sliding doors and onto the deck. The sun hovered low in the horizon, lighting the sky with a fiery orange light. Blue and green pillows covered the chairs and sofas. Candles and a lit fireplace provided a flickering glow as the sun set.

"Do your parents live here?"

Trevor shook his head. "This is their beach house." He poured a gla.s.s of wine for Poppy.

"Thats a bottle of-"

"Yeah," Trevor interrupted and handed her a gla.s.s. "Its from their private stock. They keep some here and some at the house."

From any other person those words might have sounded obnoxious, as though Trevor was bragging. But from him it was just a statement of fact. A statement that seemed to include, without him saying so, that he completely understood these things were his parents, and not his.

"Hows your writing?" It was another topic that seemed safe. Theyd had a number of odd conversations on their ride from the Westside to Malibu. There had been nothing about their relations.h.i.+p or their future, only bits about the last week.

"Good. Okay. Nonexistent." Trevor sat beside her. "Ive been preoccupied with other things."

A breeze wafted across her skin. "There are a lot of things that we didnt share with each other." She looked out at the ocean and took a long deep breath. "Its not that I dont want to share these things with you ..." Her gaze came back to his face. What a beautiful face. His sharp blue eyes that penetrated her with a breathtaking intensity. His nose and high cheekbones. His longish blonde hair that fell just below his ears. Sun-kissed perfection. Even at Mesquale, Trevor had simply been himself. Never trying to impress. Hed never let on that he came from ... her gaze drifted out across the ocean and then back up to take in the Malibu home. "You could have been staying at Mesquale, not working there."

"I went there for a very specific purpose."

"Dont tell me you were investigating the company like Ryan?"

Trevor shook his head. He tilted his winegla.s.s to his lips. "Nope." He swallowed. "I wanted to be certain that I could live without all of this."

"Are you giving all this up?"

"Maybe," Trevor said. "Depends. There are decisions that I need to make very soon. One of them will change my finances for the rest of my life, and determine my career path for the next twenty years."

"I dont think I could give up all this security." Her gaze locked with Trevors. "I mean, I cant imagine what it feels like, to never have to worry about money. I dont even mean spending money, but simply not having to worry about it? Is that what your life is like?" She leaned back into the couch cus.h.i.+ons. "My sisters life is the closest Ive ever seen to being secure, and even they have challenges. But to be wealthy and never worry about money ... what a luxury."

"We both saw some very unhappy people with loads of money."

Poppy nodded. "We did. But I suppose if you can be happy without money than you can be happy with money. Whats the choice you have to make?"

"I either run the family business or lose my inheritance."

"And the family business is?"

"Up Side Burger."

"The Up Side Burger?"

Trevor nodded. "Thats the one." Trevor poured Poppy more wine. "My grandparents started it and my dad and my mom ran it and now-"

"Now they want you to run it too."

"Well Mom does. Dad pa.s.sed away when I was a teenager, before college."

"Which was at-"

"Stanford."

Poppy leaned back against the cus.h.i.+ons. There were so many things about her own life that shed intentionally not shared with Trevor. The sun dipped into the ocean. Poppy watched as the molten golden ball oozed into the water. Darkness drifted up and replaced the glowing orb. The air chilled. Trevor picked up a blanket and put it around her shoulders.

"Im an only child of an only child, and my fathers will requires that the company be run by me or a sibling, otherwise it goes public and this generation is cut out. I have to decide by my birthday."

"Which is next month."

"You know?"

A small smile split her face. "I looked at your drivers license once at Mesquale."

"Ahhh ... no wonder you thought I lived in Northern California. That drivers license still has my San Francisco address."

"Didnt notice that part." Poppy tilted her wine to her lips, but a guilty smile hovered around her mouth.

"Right. Uh-huh."

"Oh, come on," Poppy continued. She picked up a strawberry from the platter on the table in front of them. "Like you can talk? You managed to not only find me, but my sister and her family."

"Guilty."

"And Im guessing you had help?"

"Again, Im guilty as charged.

"So whats the problem? You run the business and write on the side."

Trevor lifted an eyebrow. "Seriously, this question from you? The woman who cant remain on the same continent for more than six months? Its a lifetime commitment, Poppy, to run a privately held Fortune five hundred company." Trevor pulled away from her. He stood and looked out at the ocean. "Doesnt leave much time for writing."

"No, it wouldnt. But lots of writers have other jobs, and what an opportunity, right? To impact other people? You could start a foundation, you could feed the hungry, you could do so many great things."

"I could." Trevor turned back from the waves and faced her. "Would you do them with me?"

His words struck her. Hard and fast, and yet there was a yearning deep within to say yes. She wanted to be with Trevor, and she knew that with him shed never be happier.

"Why hesitate, Poppy?"

"Because Im scared." Poppy crossed her arms over her chest. "I want to say yes, Trevor." Her gaze locked with his. "I do love you. I suppose you know that I love you, or you wouldnt have come and found me. I even want to stay, but Im so scared." She rubbed her hand over her arms. "My ..." She took a deep breath. "Therese, the woman who gave birth to me, is in the hospital. Shes dying."

Trevor sat beside her. His eyes reflected the pain she felt.

"I havent seen her since I was five. She walked out on us, on me. It was Mimi, my sister, who took care of me until I was sixteen. I never heard from Therese."

Trevor wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned in toward him. Warmth came from his body. Security. Kindness.

"Mimi reconciled with Therese when Laura was born. I ... I havent. I cant ..." She sought some kind of understanding in Trevors eyes. "I dont know if I want to. And I think ... losing her when I was little, the idea of my heart breaking like that again, terrifies me."

He pulled her close and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I love you. How can I make you feel safe?"

"I dont know." What could she say? What did she want to say? She wasnt certain what to say. "I cant be the reason you walk away from Up Side Burger, I cant be the person that makes you walk away from all this." She lifted her arms and looked at the Malibu palace with the Pacific Ocean as its backyard. "Thats not fair."

"You wont be." He pulled her closer. "I know this is my decision. I love my writing, but for the first time Im starting to understand just what this company has meant to not only my family but all the people who work there."

"I cant guarantee that Ill be here once Therese is ..." Poppy stopped. She looked away, her gaze taking in the darkness of the ocean. "When this is over." d.a.m.n, she hadnt wanted to share her life with him. How foolish shed been to think that if she kept the details of her family away from him that she might be able to retain her heart.

"I already knew about Therese. I mean, before you told me." His gaze dropped to her hands. "Im sorry, Poppy. I wasnt going to bring anything up unless you mentioned it. I know youre private and-"