Page 90 of The Billionaire's Teacher

“I think it’s great. We like her. Big stamp of approval from us.” Whitney patted my arm. “I’ll round everyone up and we’ll get out of your way. Have fun.”

True to her word, Whitney made short work of organizing the bags as they were brought up and shooing Austin and the rest of the ladies—luggage included—toward the car.

“Hi.” Sunshine clasped her hands behind her back.

“Hi back.” I closed the distance between us and haltingly slid my arms around her. I believed she was open to it. I prayed I hadn’t been reading this wrong all along.

She linked her arms around me and bumped my nose with hers.

I stared into her eyes, just letting myself get lost. She was here. In Virginia. And sure, okay, it wasn’t permanent yet, but right now, it honestly felt like adding the “yet” on the end wasn’t wishful thinking.

Her stomach rumbled.

Sunshine leaned back and laughed. “I’m sorry.”

She lowered her head to my shoulder, still laughing. I couldn’t help but join in. “You don’t need to apologize. I take it you’re hungry?”

“Lucky guess.” She squeezed me tight then stepped back.

I didn’t want to let her go, but I did. I trailed my hand down her arm and linked my fingers with hers. “Any sort of food you’re particularly in the mood for?”

“Is it okay if I ask for takeout? I don’t want to sit in a crowded restaurant and share you with all the people who are eating.” Her cheeks pinked as she spoke.

“I can get behind that idea. The Italian place near my house will do curbside.”

“Italian is good.”

“Then Italian it is.” I gave her hand a little tug. “Whitney took the luggage. You’re staying with her?”

“That’s what she said. Megan also offered. As did Kayla.” Sunshine laughed. “And Jenna. Honestly, I was starting to worry they were going to fight over it, so I told them to just tell me. Last I heard, Whitney won.”

Hmm. I’d double-check. In my mind, staying with Jenna made more sense. She was living in what would be her and Noah’s house all by herself. With eight bedrooms. Or maybe six? Some ridiculous amount anyway. Whitney and Scott had a small bed tucked into the office bedroom across the hall from Beckett. It was not what I’d consider an ideal setup.

“All right. We can firm that up after food.” We made our way through the little airport and out to the parking area. I clicked the unlock button, suddenly a little self-conscious about driving a BMW. I cleared my throat and opened the passenger door.

Sunshine shot me a grin before sliding into the seat. “You’re going to have to let me drive. Just once. Maybe somewhere we can go fast?”

I laughed and closed the door, then rounded the car to get behind the wheel. “Did I know you were a speed demon?”

“You had to have an idea, right? It’s not as though the yacht was pokey.” She clicked her seatbelt into place and ran a hand over the leather on the dash. “This is a gorgeous car.”

“Thanks. I like cars.”

“What’s not to like?” She leaned her head back against the rest. “I don’t have one. No need on the island. But I’ve always enjoyed renting them. Or a scooter.”

I flashed to the memory of being pressed against her on the scooter ride to and from church. “Hm. Maybe I should have known you liked speed after riding pillion.”

“Do we need to call ahead or something?” Sunshine’s stomach rumbled again.

I got out my phone and navigated to the restaurant’s website. I offered it to her. “Here’s the menu. Once you know what you want, I can order online.”

“Perfect.”

I turned on the car to get the AC going while Sunshine scrolled through the list of options. I didn’t blame her for taking some time. They had a lot to offer. And everything I’d ever tried had been delicious.

“Baked ziti. Can we get garlic bread?” She offered me the phone back.

“Absolutely.” I added the ziti, garlic bread, and after a moment’s thought, chicken parm for me to the cart. “Do you like fried mushrooms?”

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