Page 63 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I’d spoken to Kim earlier in the day, and she’d given me hell for not speaking up.

She was right.

None of us was guaranteed a tomorrow or another chance to say what they wanted to say.

God, I knew that better than anyone else. I’d lost both of my parents in one day, and I’d never had that one last chance to say goodbye or tell them how much they meant to me.

I should have said exactly what I was thinking to Kaleb.

He’d done everything possible to let me know he cared about me.

I didn’t have any reason to doubt that he had feelings for me, just like I did for him.

Maybe he had changed his mind about getting closer to me because I was leaving, but at least I’d know what he wanted.

I was a successful woman who usually spoke her mind, but for some reason, I couldn’t bear the thought of him rejecting me after I poured my heart out to him.

But was it really better to never take that chance?

“Thanks for making lunch,” Kaleb said as he polished off the last of the picnic meal I’d brought with us on our horse ride around his property.

We’d ended up back by the river because I could never resist visiting this picturesque spot, and I’d brought food to feed both of us.

Kaleb was going to actually do some fishing while I read a book I’d been dying to read since its release.

I’d finally ordered it and got it delivered to his place.

Tell him right now! He’s relaxed and upbeat. Talk to him!

I probably needed those answers.

“It was nothing considering all you’ve done for me,” I said honestly.

I’d baked what my mother used to call picnic pasties with ready-made pastry dough. I’d stuffed them with whatever I found in the pantry and refrigerator and called it lunch.

I’d added some chips to the picnic bag, along with some fruit and a few bottles of beer.

It wasn’t exactly gourmet, but Kaleb had torn into the food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

I’d also brought the blanket that we were currently lounging on after we’d eaten.

The food was cleaned up and the trash was back in the bag.

“It was good,” Kaleb commented as he stretched his legs out and took a gulp of the beer I’d just handed him.

“Are you going to fish?” I asked.

He put a hand on his stomach. “In a little while. I’m full. I almost feel too lazy to fish right now. Why? Are you dying to dive into your book?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Oh, for God’s sake, just tell him you want to talk!

I performed in front of sold out stadiums and venues all over the world, and I couldn’t tell Kaleb how I felt?

It was getting ridiculous.

And I was past the point that I could keep a rein on my emotions.

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