Can't Buy Me Love (Butler, Vermont Series Book 2)

by Marie Force

  “It’s about fifty city blocks in length. We’ll take a walk through the park at some point.”

  “That would be nice. Your view is incredible.”

  “I’m glad you like it. What do you think of my city so far?”

  “It’s big and busy and hectic.”

  “It’s all those things. It’s like it has a heartbeat all its own.”

  “And you love it.”

  “Every filthy, overcrowded inch of it.”

  Hearing him say that reminded her of the miles that separated them in more ways than simple geography.

  His hands landed on her shoulders in a gentle massage that had her leaning back against him. “I didn’t make any plans for tonight so you’d have some time to settle in. What do you feel like doing?”

  “What’re my options?”

  “We could take a walk and find some dinner, or order in and relax at home.”

  “Could I see the rest of your home?”

  “Absolutely.” He showed her the enormous kitchen, the dining room with a table that sat twelve and the cozy office where he said he spent most of his time when he was home. Then he led her to a staircase.

  “I can’t believe there’s a second floor.”

  “Yep.” At the top of the stairs, he said, “That’s Cam’s room, the guest room, and my home gym is in there.” He took her hand and led her to the end of the hallway. “And this is my room.”

  He had the biggest bed she’d ever seen and more huge windows that overlooked the park.

  “It’s beautiful,” Mary said, blown away.

  “My daughter likes to tell me it’s much too big for just me, but I like it. After growing up jammed into a small, overcrowded house, I do like my space.”

  Mary sat on the bed, testing its firmness. “Comfy.”

  He sat next to her.

  “You could sleep a family of four in this bed.”

  He nudged her shoulder. “Tell me the truth.”

  “About?”

  “Are you horrified by my excess?”

  “No, Patrick. Your home is lovely, and it suits you.”

  “You really think so?”

  “I do. It’s larger than life, just like you.”

  “I want you to feel comfortable here, like you belong here, because you do. What’s mine is yours, Mary.”

  She raised her hand to his face and caressed his smooth cheek before leaning in to kiss him. “I’m really happy to see where you live and work.”

  “Most of the time when I call you, I’m in bed, so now you can picture where I am when we’re talking.”

  Mary noticed the photos of Cameron on his dresser, from the time she was first born until her recent wedding. There was one of her with Patrick and another with Cameron and Will. “She was such a cute little girl.”

  “Yes, she was and still is.”

  “She’s the sweetest person. You can be so proud of her.”

  “Thank you. I am. Somehow, despite me, she turned out pretty great.”

  “One time I admired a dress she wore to the office, and the next time she came to the city, she got one for me. I couldn’t believe it.”

  “That sounds like her,” he said, smiling. “She’s a lot like her mom in so many ways. I’m always happy to see Ali in her, even if she never knew her.”

  “She knew her mother through you.”

  “I didn’t talk about her as much as I should have when she was growing up. I’ve gotten better about that in recent years and have tried to fill in some of the blanks for her.” He nuzzled her neck. “So, what do you feel like doing? Take a walk or order in?”

  “Is taking a nap an option?”

  He raised his head to meet her gaze. “Like a sleeping nap, or did you have something else in mind?”

  “What if I wanted to snuggle with you?”

  “I’d be so down for that, but only if it’s naked snuggling.”

  “Shameless, Patrick.”

  “Only with you.” He helped her out of her sweater and then pulled off his own. “I told myself I wasn’t going to talk you into bed the first chance I got.”

  “Why would you make such a foolish promise that you have no intention of keeping?”

  He laughed. “How do you already know me so well?”

  “I pay attention.” She slid her arms around his waist. “And in case you were wondering, I was hoping you’d talk me into bed the first chance you got, because I’ve been missing you so much since you left my bed the other day.”

  “Mary…” His lips came down on hers, devouring and persuading, not that she needed much in the way of persuasion.

  She was so, so easy when it came to him. All he had to do was look at her in that almost predatory way, and she was all in. Whether that would prove to be her biggest mistake remained to be seen. But for now, she couldn’t be bothered thinking about the future when the very pleasant present required her full attention.

  Patrick held her close to him as their bodies cooled and twitched in the aftermath of the kind of passion he’d experienced only one other time in his life. Losing that, losing her had nearly ruined him. It had ruined him in all the ways that mattered, until he met Mary and found his way again. If she had any idea how much he’d already given her, she’d probably run for her life as far from him as she could get.

  As he dragged his hand over the smooth, soft skin on her back, he acknowledged that he was well and truly screwed in more ways than one. If she asked him to, he’d give up everything for her. Everything but Cameron, that is, but she’d never ask him for that, which was one more reason to adore her. More than one woman he’d dated when Cam was still young had suggested boarding school for his daughter. Sometimes he thought she might’ve been better off away at school than stuck with him and the nannies he hired to care for her when he couldn’t.

  Regardless, he’d been too selfish to send her away, so he’d dispatched the women who made the suggestions and kept his daughter at home with him. He’d been like a zombie in those years, fumbling through his life like a dead man walking, his heart broken beyond all repair, or so he’d thought.

  Mary had shown him otherwise. He had so many things he wanted to tell her, to show her, to ask her… Patience had never been his strong suit, but he knew that rushing her to commit to things she wasn’t ready for would only drive her away from him—and that was the last thing he wanted. So he continued to bide his time.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked after a long silence filled with the sort of contentment he’d lived without for far too long.

  “I could eat something.”

  “You want to go out or order in?”

  “If we order in tonight, will you take me somewhere fabulous tomorrow night?”

  “I already have reservations at one of my favorite places for tomorrow—and I even made them myself.”

  “I’m very impressed,” she said, smiling as she caressed his face. “So what’re our options for takeout?”

  “You can literally have anything you want.”

  “Hmmm, what’re you in the mood for?”

  Patrick nuzzled her neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses from her ear to her throat.

  Mary laughed, and the husky, sexy sound of it went straight to his cock, which was already hard again for her. “Food, Patrick. Focus.”

  “I’m incredibly focused.” His tongue encircled her nipple, making her gasp and arch into him. “I’m known for my intense focus.”

  “Chinese,” she said.

  He raised his head to meet her gaze.

  Sifting his hair through her fingers, she said, “I want Chinese.”

  “We can do that.” Rolling onto his back, he reached for his cell phone on the bedside table. “What’s your pleasure?”

  “Can I see a menu? I haven’t had Chinese in ages.”

  He clicked around on his phone before handing it to her.

  “Um, how do I do this?”

  Chuckling, he showed her how to move the screen with her finger
tip.

  “Don’t make fun of me. I can’t help it that my town is a cell phone dead zone.”

  “I would never make fun of you.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Right…” After considering the extensive menu, Mary said, “Chicken and broccoli with pork fried rice, please. Oh, and an eggroll.”

  Patrick took the phone from her, did some more poking around and then returned the phone to the bedside table, reaching for her to pick up where he’d left off.

  “Are you going to order?” she asked.

  “Already done,” he said as he kissed another fiery trail between her breasts to her belly.

  “When?”

  “I did it online,” he said with another low rumble of laughter.

  Mary tugged on a handful of his hair. “You’re definitely making fun of me now.”

  “Maybe just a little, but don’t worry. You’ll catch up when you spend more time here.”

  “I’m mad at you.” She tried to move away from him, but he held her in place with his arm banded across her waist.

  “Let me make it up to you.” After he’d coaxed two orgasms from her with his lips, tongue and fingers, he entered her as the second one peaked and rode the waves of her release straight into his own. This was utter madness, and he loved it. He loved her, so damned much.

  The house phone rang a few minutes later. He took the call from the doorman, who let him know he had a delivery. “Send it up,” he said. “Thank you.”

  Patrick got up and pulled on his jeans, zipping them but not bothering with the top button. “Stay put,” he said, leaning over to kiss Mary. “I’ll be right back.”

  When the elevator chimed, he was ready with a twenty for the delivery guy.

  “Thanks, Mr. Murphy.”

  “Good to see you, Eduardo.” The young man brought dinner to Patrick at least once a week.

  “You have a nice night now.”

  “You do the same.”

  Patrick went to the kitchen to get cutlery and returned to the bedroom to serve up a picnic in bed. He opened a bottle of Chardonnay and poured them each a glass.

  Mary sat up, the sheet tucked over her breasts, her hair wild and her lips swollen from their kisses. “What?” she asked when she caught him staring at her.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His heart contracted, reminding him of the other beautiful woman he’d loved, making him feel disloyal to her memory. He had to believe Ali would approve of Mary, because the alternative didn’t bear consideration.

  Mary reached up, attempting to bring order to her unruly hair. “I’m sure I look quite frightening.”

  He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”

  They ate right from the cartons, sharing her chicken and broccoli and his shrimp pad Thai. He ate with chopsticks, while she used a fork.

  “I never have been able to master chopsticks,” she said, watching him.

  “Lots of practice.”

  “It’s so good,” Mary said with a sigh of pleasure that traveled straight to his cock. “And such a treat. We can’t get Chinese in Butler.”

  “I’m not sure I could live without Chinese food.”

  “You don’t miss what you don’t have.”

  “Yes, you do,” he said meaningfully. “I do, anyway. I miss you every second I’m away from you.”

  “I miss you, too. I’m not sure how you’ve managed to make yourself so essential to me so quickly.”

  “Quickly? It’s taken months to get you in my bed.”

  Once again, he’d given her reason to roll her eyes at him. “This has happened very quickly from my perspective.”

  “Oh, um, okay. If you say so.” He collected the empty cartons and dumped them into the brown paper bag their order had arrived in. “Six weeks has never felt so long.”

  “No fortune cookies?” she asked, taking a sip of her wine.

  He glanced into the bag, found them at the bottom and handed one to her.

  Mary opened hers and snorted with laughter.

  “What does it say?”

  “‘All good things in good time.’ How about yours?”

  “‘Patience is a virtue,” he said, sporting a good-natured grin.

  “The universe is trying to tell us something.”

  “I don’t like the universe’s sense of humor.”

  Mary took his hand and brought it to her lips. “You want everything right now, but I’m not ready for that.”

  “I know,” he said, looking away from her. “I’m trying to be patient.”

  “I need some time before I can have this conversation, Patrick.”

  “How much time?”

  “I don’t know, but more than six weeks.”

  It took everything he had not to groan out loud and to hide the positively impatient response that wouldn’t help his cause.

  “We’re going into the holiday season at the store and the Christmas tree farm. It’s a hectic time of year for me and everyone who works for the company. After that, after I have a chance to catch my breath, we can talk again about what happens next.”

  He could wait until after the holidays, or so he told himself. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart, then that’s what we’ll do. But I want you to promise me something in the meantime.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want you to promise me that you’ll think about the possibility of moving here to live with me and travel with me and be with me every day. Can you do that?”

  “I’m not sure how I’ll think of anything else.”

  It wasn’t the commitment he wanted, but it was a step in the right direction.

  Chapter 12

  “The most important thing is to enjoy your life—to be happy—it’s all that matters.”

  —Audrey Hepburn

  By the time Patrick and his gigantic helicopter returned her to the desolate field in Vermont where she’d left her car, a light snow had begun to fall. He’d told her before they left New York that he had to go right back to the city for an early meeting in the morning, so they had to say their good-byes standing by her car with snow flurries flying all about.

  On Saturday, Cameron had called to tell her dad about Charley taking a fall off a mountain trail—on the same day Linc and Molly left for a long-planned trip to London. Thankfully, Cameron had said Charley had only injured her knee and had had surgery to repair a tear in her ACL. Mary was anxious to get home to check on her.

  “Thank you for an amazing weekend,” Mary said, gazing up at him, wanting to memorize every detail of his gorgeous face to hold her over until she saw him again.

  “I loved every minute of it.” He kissed her softly. “Will you be okay driving in the snow?”

  “This dusting doesn’t count as snow to Vermonters, and yes, I’ll be fine.”

  He leaned his forehead on hers. “I don’t want to go.”

  “You have an early meeting.”

  “I don’t want to go.”

  Mary held on to him longer than she should have with the snow falling and the chopper waiting to return him to the city.

  “I hate that I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He was off to the West Coast for the next week. His low moan of distress made her smile. He was too cute when he didn’t get his own way.

  “You’ll see me when you get here for the wedding and Christmas.”

  “That’s weeks from now. I can’t bear it. Tell me you’re thinking about what we talked about the other night.”

  “Patrick…”

  “Please?”

  “I’m thinking about it. I swear.”

  “Start the car and let it warm up for a minute. I want to make sure you’re all set before I go.”

  Mary got into the car, started it and turned up the heat. Then she got out to see him off.

  “I miss you so much, and I haven’t even left you yet.” This was said against her lips as he kissed her. If the ache in her heart at having to let him go—again—was any indication,
she had fallen all the way in love with him.

  He broke the kiss and wrapped her up in a tight embrace, holding on for dear life, or so it seemed to her. She loved being wrapped up in him.

  “I love you, Mary. I love every damned thing about you. I want to be with you every day and never have to leave you like this again. I know you need time, and I’ll give you all the time you need. But I want you to know how much I want you in every way that I can have you.” He kissed her cheek and then her lips and was gone before she started breathing again.

  Mary watched him jog to the helicopter, climb inside and secure the door. She watched as the engines roared to life, the big blades started spinning and the chopper took off, taking the man she loved away from her—again. When the helicopter was out of sight, she got into her car to drive home, feeling lonelier than she’d ever been. It was like he took all the magic and beauty and joy in her world with him when he left.

  In a weekend filled with magic as he showed her his beloved city, he had given her a lot to think about.

  I want you to promise me that you’ll think about the possibility of moving here to live with me and travel with me and be with me every day.

  His words were with her every waking moment of the busy days that followed her weekend in New York. They spoke every day, sometimes twice a day and often late in the night. He called from Los Angeles between meetings with the executives who ran his hotel group. His stay was extended after a woman was found dead in one of his hotels, and he had to do damage control on behalf of the property that bore his name. That crisis kept him on the West Coast until the police determined the woman had died of natural causes.

  He’d promised to come see Mary the minute he got home, but a windstorm in Vermont made it impossible to fly in the helicopter or the Lear.

  Mary went to bed disappointed, having counted the days until today when he’d be back after two long weeks apart. Work and her commitments to friends, church and the soup kitchen kept her frantically busy, but not so busy that she didn’t miss him fiercely.