Page 3 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

My brother didn’t need to remind me that it was downright idiotic to not pay attention to the weather in Montana. It could change in the blink of an eye. I was born here, and I’d lived here most of my life.

Blizzards in the springtime weren’t all that unusual here.

“I’m coming back soon,” I insisted. “When I left, I’d only planned on hanging out here for the weekend. The storm is extending my visit, unfortunately. All aircrafts are grounded until this blizzard passes.”

There was a brief pause before Tanner finally asked hesitantly, “Why the cabin? Why now? It’s been years since any of us have been there. None of us have been there since Dad died.”

His question made sense. After all, I had a private jet that could take me anywhere I wanted to escape for a short time. “I’m not entirely sure,” I replied honestly.

Some weird instinct had drawn me here for some reason, which sounded pretty ridiculous. It wasn’t like this cabin my parents had loved was going to tell me what I needed in my life and exactly how to forgive myself for the mistakes I’d made in the past.

I’d been here for a few days, and I hadn’t gotten a single answer to those questions.

A sudden sound coming from the window prompted me to get up from the bed, wondering who or what could possibly be out in this blizzard.

Most likely, it was the wind tossing something against the window, but I decided I’d better check it out.

“Hey, I have to go,” I said to Tanner distractedly. “I’ll call you back.”

I disconnected the call without waiting for his response and dropped the phone on the bedside table.

I was surprised as I turned toward the sound I’d heard a moment ago and saw the window actually starting to rise.

Definitely not the wind blowing things around.

The window squeaked a little as it slowly opened.

A small backpack was suddenly flung into the room, and it hit the floor with a thump!

At that point, I knew I should probably be concerned about who was about to enter the room, but I was more annoyed that my peace was about to be disrupted.

One glance at the figure struggling to get inside told me that I wasn’t going to have to defend myself against an unwanted intruder.

It was a smallish figure, a female, and she literally dropped through the window and collapsed on the floor.

Her teeth were chattering, and she was shivering so hard she could barely get two words out of her mouth. “N-need, h-help.”

“Fuck!” I cursed as I closed the window and knelt down next to her, knowing we were a long ways away from the medical help she probably needed right now.

Honestly, even if we weren’t pretty far from town at this cabin, there was no way medics were going to get through the blizzard and blocked roads to take care of this woman.

My gut twisted as she shot me a desperate look with a pair of dark, beguiling eyes before she promptly passed out on the bedroom floor.

Fucking hell!

I knelt down and felt for her pulse and made sure she was breathing before I started to strip off her wet jacket, a lighter garment that wasn’t suited for a Montana blizzard.

No hat.

No gloves.

No real insulation from the brutal, frigid winds that were howling right outside the damn window.

What in the hell had she been thinking?

And where had she come from?

No sane person would be out in this storm right now.

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