Wedding the Greek Billionaire (Holiday with a Billionaire 2)

‘In your shoes, I’d be bored and grumpy, too,’ Sam said. ‘But your health’s important, Dad. You need to look after yourself, especially as you’re—’

‘I’m not old, before you say it,’ Alan cut in. ‘Sixty-three isn’t old. There’s plenty of life in me yet.’

‘And I want it to stay that way,’ Sam said. ‘The medics told you to take things easier, eat well, take a bit of exercise and reduce your stress.’

‘Your mother’s trying to make me eat lentils. Lentils.’ Alan looked disgusted.

Sam couldn’t hide a grin. ‘They’re not as bad as you think.’

‘Don’t you start. I thought you’d bring me contraband.’

He had. But only because he hadn’t known the situation. ‘No chance. I want you about for a lot longer.’

‘Is that why you’re dragging your feet about settling down and having children?’

If only his father knew. But Sam hadn’t told any of his family why he’d broken his engagement to Olivia, two years before. Or why he’d got engaged to her in the first place. Even now it left a nasty taste in his mouth. Nowadays he made sure his girlfriends knew that he was looking for fun and not for for ever. Olivia had broken his ability to trust, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to take another risk with his heart.

‘No,’ he said. ‘Dad, there’s a

n easy solution to all this.’

Alan frowned. ‘What?’

‘Let me take over Weatherby’s from you,’ Sam said. ‘You’ve more than earned some time off to play golf and have weekends away with Mum. And I’ve spent the last six years in the City, learning the ropes. You’ll be leaving the business in safe hands.’

Alan shook his head. ‘The fund you manage is high risk. It’s extreme. Half of our clients would look at your record, panic, and find themselves another stockbroker.’

‘Apart from the fact that any strategy I recommended to a client would depend on the client’s attitude towards risk,’ Sam said dryly, ‘I’m good at my job, Dad. That’s why they promoted me.’

‘You take risks,’ Alan repeated.

‘Calculated ones.’

‘You’re still young and reckless.’

‘I’m twenty-seven,’ Sam said, ‘and I’m not reckless.’

‘Prove it.’

Sam frowned. ‘How?’

‘Take an ordinary job for three months.’

‘How’s that going to prove anything?’ Sam asked, mystified.

‘It’ll show me that you can connect to people in the real word. That you can see that actions have consequences.’

‘Dad, I already do connect to people in the real world, and of course I know that actions have consequences,’ Sam said, frowning.

‘Take an ordinary job,’ Alan repeated. ‘Show me that you can take directions and listen to other people.’

Which had absolutely nothing to do with running a firm of stockbrokers, Sam thought.

Either he’d accidentally spoken aloud, or his doubts showed on his face, because Alan said softly, ‘It’s got everything to do with running the firm. It’s about listening and relating to people—staff as well as clients. In London, you live in a bubble. You’re insulated from your investors and everyone you mix with is like you—young, well-off and living in the fast lane.’

Most people would consider that Samuel Weatherby had made a success of his career. He’d got a job on his own merits after university rather than expecting to be a shoo-in at his father’s business, he’d shown an aptitude for fund management and he’d been promoted quickly. But it sounded as if his father thought his job was worthless, and that hurt.

‘Not all,’ he said. ‘There’s Jude.’ His best friend was an actor with a growing reputation on the stage, and people were talking about him in terms of being the Olivier of his generation.