Page 100 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

“Me, too,” Shelby said. “I also miss her huckleberry pie.”

I laughed. “She made a few for Kaleb and me. It was the best I’ve ever had. I crave it sometimes now.”

“Would you miss California if you decided to move to Montana someday?” Shelby asked inquisitively.

I shook my head. “No. California is where my career is right now, but I’ve never really been a city girl.”

“Then I guess a move is something you could think about in the future. You might still have to travel, but there are definitely benefits to being with a billionaire. They all have private jets.”

Shelby changed the subject, probably because she didn’t want me to think that she was pushing me to do something I wasn’t ready to do yet.

We chatted a little more about anything and everything before we finally went to find our men.

Kaleb

I leaned against the wall of the shower enclosure as I recovered from getting myself off for about the millionth time in the last six weeks.

Fuck! It had been way too long since I’d seen Anna in person.

Six. Damn. Weeks.

The last time we’d spent together in person had been when we’d visited Wyatt and Shelby in San Diego for a few days.

Shelby and Anna had become fast friends, and I knew they texted and called each other fairly often.

She talked to Shelby almost as much as she spoke to my mother, and judging by the info my mother always had on Anna, they were rarely out of contact.

After we’d gone to San Diego, I’d had to fly to New York on business. I’d been really busy with a new acquisition.

After that situation had calmed down, Anna had been in long recording sessions in Los Angeles every single day for her new album.

I knew she’d put in those long days so she could finally get to Montana tonight. I’d balked at the time, but I was damn glad I was finally going to see her beautiful face about an hour or two from now.

I hadn’t handled the long separation well.

Okay, to be totally honest, I’d been a major prick after the first week.

No doubt my brothers had to be ready to beg Anna to get here as quickly as possible.

If I’d wanted proof of how I could handle a long separation from Anna, the last six weeks had told me that being away from her for a long period of time was pure hell.

We had a running text conversation going, and we spoke on the phone at least once a day, but she’d sounded so damn tired from doing mega recording sessions that I hadn’t kept her on the phone long.

I worried about her constantly.

She’d told me to call off my security once we’d found out who had murdered her parents. While I understood that she didn’t want somebody following constantly, I didn’t like the fact that no one was watching over her.

She was high profile, and there were so many crazy people out there who made it a priority to stalk women like Anna.

As far as I was concerned, she was never safe unless she was within my sight.

I’d given the situation a lot of thought, and I was more than ready to move to Los Angeles.

Yes, I’d miss my family, but I had a private jet that could get me home quickly if I needed to be here.

I could open an office in Los Angeles, or work remote.

I’d talked to Tanner and Devon, and they both supported my decision. Most likely because they couldn’t stand to be around me anymore if Anna wasn’t nearby.

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