Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club) by Morgan Black Page A

it had all been so in the moment and fantastic. I considered reliving all of it right there on the cobblestones, but I wanted to see more. I knew that Hudson had more to offer, just by demonstrating this little piece of heaven.
    He opened the door for me, and I sat down, feeling white leather under my fingertips. He drove off down the lane, and over a hill, past the ocean to get into town. I hadn't been able to see any of the views this way before, and it was spectacular. All these little buildings all squished together with signs for bread, pastries, and coffee. We drove slowly to the edge of town, and parked near a small garden overlooking the beach.
    “I figured we'd walk from here.”
    I gave him my hand as he led me out of the car. “Sounds good to me.” I reached in the back to grab my bag, but he got there first. He lifted the picnic basket and bag onto his shoulder, and we started to walk through the town. He tried to keep me on his arm, but I couldn't contain my excitement, pointing out different things and popping into shops when he wasn't paying attention. But he seemed to revel in my excitement. When I would mispronounce something, or not understand what they were saying, he would translate without even thinking about it. He didn't like to watch me struggle; it bothered him. I could tell by the look on his face. Something about him wanted to protect me, constantly. But what it was about me, I still wasn't sure. I still couldn't figure out why he picked me of all the girls in the club. Why was I so special? Nothing about me felt special. But to him, I was.
    We sat on some rocks on the beach with a blanket laid down underneath us. My hair whipped around my face as I reached for a sandwich.
    “What did you make?” I lifted a cloth wrapped snack out of the basket.
    “Chicken salad, but I didn’t make it. It’s safe, I promise.”
    “I love chicken salad.”
    “I know.”
    I was surprised. “How did you know?”
    He laughed. “I did a little research.”
    I took a bite out of the sandwich; it was delicious. “Homemade recipe?” I asked through a full mouth. He smiled again and placed his thumb across my lower lip, wiping the extra Greek yogurt away.
    “Yeah, it was my moms. I mean I'm sure she got it from someone else, but she made it all the time when I was a kid. It was one of my favorites, too.”
    “Your mom? You haven't talked much about your family. Especially not your mother. Why don’t you tell me about her?”
    He sighed. “There's not a lot to say. She was a typical trophy wife, though she gets along far better with my younger sister than she does with me. My parents were pretty young when they had me; my father was still starting out his career. They didn't have a lot of time for a child.”
    I shook my head. “But they had you. And, so far, you seem to have turned out okay.”
    He reached in the basket, pulled out a bottle of wine, and two glasses. “That's because you don't know me that well yet.”
    I held up the glass as he poured the deep red liquid into it. “What does that mean? If this isn’t who you are, then who are you really?”
    “If I told you that, you wouldn't stay.”
    “You don't get to make that choice. I do. So, tell me. Who do you think you really are?”
    He took a sip from his own glass and then studied me. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
    “I don't like a puzzle. I guess you could call me a little bit of a control freak. I like to know everything about everyone before passing any judgments. But you want me to judge you before I know anything about you. It doesn't really seem fair.”
    He set down his glass. “Fine. I don't think I have a single friend.”
    “Why's that?” I took another bite of my sandwich, as I thought about all the guys he seemed to pal around with at the club. How could he not consider any one of them a friend of his?
    “I used to have friends. I was the typical party boy when I was at boarding school. But then my father sat me