Page 12 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

“No, you won’t,” she insisted as she eyed me from head to toe. “You’d never fit, but I can sleep on the couch if you want.”

“Not happening,” I informed her roughly. I was not putting her on the couch. It was comfortable enough to sit on, but sleeping on it was almost impossible. She was exhausted, and she’d never get a good night’s sleep.

There was a small apartment over the big, detached garage. My brothers and I had bunked there a few times when my dad had first bought the cabin, but my parents had started using it for storage when we’d decided it was more comfortable to stay in town on our visits. I’d checked it out earlier in my stay, and it was full. I wasn’t even sure those bunk beds were in there anymore.

Sleeping together was a logical solution, and I was usually a rational guy.

The bed was a king.

There was plenty of space for both of us.

“Don’t worry,” she said breezily. “I trust you, and it makes sense.”

I tossed back the last of my beer. It was a good thing that she trusted me, because when it came to Anna, I wasn’t so sure I trusted myself.

Anna

“Kaleb, are you still awake?” I asked softly.

I was thoroughly exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep.

Judging by the way he was breathing and his restlessness, I didn’t think Kaleb was asleep, either.

My pajamas were in my suitcase in my stranded vehicle, so he’d generously given up a T-shirt for me to sleep in.

He’d been on his side of the bed when I’d come out of the bathroom.

I’d barely gotten a chance to notice that he had a droolworthy bare chest before he’d turned off the lights.

“Yeah,” he admitted in a husky voice. “You can’t sleep? Are you cold? This place runs on solar with a generator backup. In weather like this, it gets a little chilly sometimes.”

Kaleb’s big, muscular body threw off enough heat to warm up the entire cabin.

I wasn’t cold.

I was an emotional mess.

It was my ruminating thoughts that were keeping me awake right now.

“I’m warm enough,” I answered. “Sometimes I think too much when it’s this quiet and dark.”

“Then talk to me,” he encouraged in a voice so deep and sincere that I almost fell apart.

God, I wanted to talk to someone. I felt so alone that it was tearing me apart.

Even though Kaleb was almost a stranger to me, he felt like a safe place to vent the emotions that were ripping me up inside.

Maybe I couldn’t tell him everything, but maybe I could share some things…

It was risky, but with Kaleb, I was willing to take that risk.

I didn’t know much about him, but I felt oddly comfortable with him, even though he was ridiculously attractive.

“I don’t have any siblings, do you?” I asked.

“I have two younger brothers that make me crazy sometimes, but I couldn’t imagine not having them in my life.”

I took a deep breath. “I don’t have any other family, and my parents died six months ago. It was assumed at first that it was a murder and suicide.”

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