Page 30 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I’d figure something out.

There were a lot of people there to help, and my mother would understand if I couldn’t make it this year.

“I’ve gotten pretty good at disguising myself so I can go out in public when I’m not in Los Angeles,” Anna pondered. “It’s a few days away. Maybe I could help, too. I’d like that. It’s been so long since I’ve attended a community event.”

The longing in her beautiful eyes made me want to take her anywhere she wanted to go.

Her profession came with so many personal restrictions that prohibited her from living a normal life, and I hated that for her.

Would people recognize her here in Crystal Fork?

Tanner and I hadn’t, but there were bound to be people here like Devon who would recognize those distinctive eyes of hers.

Anyone who had looked at a closeup photo or video of hers would probably recognize those dark, expressive eyes.

Yeah, her eyes were brown, which was the most common color of eyes, but Anna’s were a deep, dark chocolate color with tiny, lighter flecks the color of honey that made them especially unforgettable.

“We could get her some colored contact lenses,” Devon said thoughtfully.

“Maybe some sunglasses,” Tanner suggested.

“I have both,” Anna informed us. “I haven’t tried the blue contacts yet, but my eye doctor prescribed them for me right before I left California. I tossed them in my purse, so I do have them with me. Do you think that would help?”

“Yes,” all of us said in unison.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had noticed that very distinctive feature of hers.

“She’s also going to need a backstory,” Devon pointed out. “Why she’s here. A different occupation. I don’t think people would question her presence here as much if she was here for a different and plausible reason.’

I still wasn’t sure that Anna should expose herself to the public. It was risky, and when it came to her, I was extremely risk-averse.

But it was almost impossible for me to deny her when she turned her yearning gaze toward me.

“I just want to be normal for a little while,” she pleaded.

Fuck! How was I supposed to protest when she wanted that so damn much?

“I honestly think we can pull this off,” Tanner said in a low, cautious voice. “But Devon is right. She needs a good backstory.”

“It’s not like she can be an old college friend,” I said drily. “She’d never pass for being my age.”

Anna looked way younger than thirty-five.

“Since everyone knows all you ever do is work, it would be better if this was a friendly work relationship of some kind,” Devon contemplated.

“Marketing,” Anna decided. “At least it’s an occupation I know something about.”

“Perfect,” Tanner agreed. “We could tell everyone she’s here from California to help you overhaul a new company brand.”

“We have our own people for that,” I balked.

“Nobody knows that,” Tanner pointed out. “Tell people that she’s a friend, a marketing specialist that’s here to work with you on a project.”

“I could make people believe that,” Anna said confidently. “I’ve become an expert at promoting my own brand.”

I nodded slowly. It was probably the only thing that made sense, especially if Anna would be comfortable in that role. “I still don’t like taking this risk, but it’s probably the best story we can use.”

“Mom is going to have to be in on all this,” Devon mentioned. “We suck at lying to her. She always knows when we’re full of shit.”

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