The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(59)

“Don’t be paranoid,” Tyler said.

Zachary turned off the machine. “Fine. Let’s see what you lift,” he said, walking over to Tyler.

“Your cat can out-lift you,” Tyler replied.

Kelsey lifted her usual free weights off of the rack. Zach walked to her.

“Let me see, Kels,” he said. Kelsey handed him one of the weights and his hand dropped.

“I should have let you stay in bed,” Tyler said, setting his own weights down.

“You have to start somewhere,” Kelsey said soothingly.

“Nah, Tyler should have let me sleep,” Zachary said, handing the weight back to Kelsey. “This is crazy. You really do this every day, Kels?”



“I try to.”



“You haven’t missed a day at Darrow,” Tyler commented.

“No, I guess not,” Kelsey replied.

“You two are scary,” Zach said. “I’m sleeping in tomorrow.”



Jessica was still fast asleep when Kelsey returned to the room, so she dressed quietly and headed for breakfast. She sat next to the picture window and gazed at Lake Washington. She couldn’t believe that it was almost Thanksgiving, and that next week she’d be back in Port Townsend. She was surprised at how much she had missed home over the past months.

Darrow had really been an experience. She felt like it had tested everything that she believed in.



As they were leaving the classroom on Tuesday, Kelsey decided to say goodbye to Tyler.

“Tyler?” Kelsey said. He looked up from his backpack, where he had been putting away his laptop.

“Have a nice Thanksgiving,” Kelsey said.

“Thanks, you too,” he replied.

“Are you going home for the holiday?” she asked.

Tyler nodded. “Back to Medina,” he replied.

“Are you leaving tonight?” Kelsey asked.

Tyler looked a little surprised. “I’ll just drive over on Thursday. I have some studying to do,” he replied. “Are you leaving now?”



“I am. Well, have a nice holiday.”



“Thanks, Kelsey,” Tyler said, and Kelsey left the room. She felt like a weight had been taken off of her shoulders, just for a little while. She and Jessica were bringing their casebooks, but Kelsey didn’t expect to get much done. She was so looking forward to having a break. Kelsey walked across the quad and up to her room. Jessica was there, with Dylan sitting on Kelsey’s bed.

“Are you ready? Are you ready?” Jessica said excitedly.

“Just let me get my bag,” Kelsey replied. She had packed last night, in anticipation.

“I finally get to see your cute hometown,” Jessica said.

“And I expect cookies,” Dylan added.

“They’re already waiting for you,” Kelsey said.

“Then let’s go!” Dylan said, standing up and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. The three of them walked out of the room and headed downstairs. As they walked along the damp ground to the parking lot, Kelsey felt so happy. She really had missed home over the past few months. They threw their bags into the trunk and piled into Dylan’s car. He started up the ignition, and they drove off.



“Oh, yeah!” Jessica said as they stood on the deck of the ferry to Kingston. Dylan had calculated that since it was almost rush hour, they would have a shorter wait at the ferry dock in Edmonds, so he had driven up I-5 to get there. “This is beautiful, Kelsey.”



“Wait until you see PT, Jess.” Kelsey said, as the wind blew through her hair. After weeks of going from one building to another, it was nice to be enjoying the natural beauty of Washington State. Dylan walked up to them and stood with his hands on the railing.

“Thanks for inviting me, Kelsey,” he said. Kelsey smiled. She was worried about him, and had been ever since they had gone to downtown Seattle two weeks ago. She hoped that the short vacation would relax him.

“I’m glad you decided to join us.”



“Me too,” Jessica said. She had given up on her thought of having a relationship with Dylan, but she was just as concerned as Kelsey about his mental health.

“Look!” Jessica said excitedly, as she spotted the ferry dock.

“Let’s head to the car,” Dylan said.



After a drive over Route 104, with a quick stop in Port Gamble for freshly-picked apples, Dylan turned on 101, then up Route 20 toward Kelsey’s family home. Dylan swung the car into the parking lot at Safeway before he headed into town.

“Does your mom need anything?” Dylan asked. Jessica glanced at Kelsey.

“I’ll ask her,” Kelsey said, pulling out her phone.

“Okay, I’ll go on in,” Dylan said, getting out of the car.

“Why are we stopping?” Jessica asked, opening the back door.

“No idea,” Kelsey said, getting out with her phone in her hands. “She said she could use some more butter.”



“Okay.” Jessica said and they walked out of the parking lot and into the store. Dylan was in the checkout line, a case of beer in his arms.

“Your Dad’s brand?” he asked as they walked up.