Page 5 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

It wasn’t like I’d woken up this morning planning on breaking into someone’s house.

It had just…happened.

Considering the way my life had been over the last several months, nothing bad that happened to me surprised me much anymore.

“I’m sorry that I had to climb through your window, but I was freezing,” I explained as my shivering started to subside so I could speak. “I knocked on the door, but you didn’t answer.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said grumpily. “It was necessary. I probably didn’t hear you knock because of the wind. I doubt you were able to put much strength into that knock. How long have you been outside without the proper clothing?”

He was chastising me for not being dressed for the current weather, and I really couldn’t blame him. It was a stupid move that could have gotten me killed. “I got stuck at the end of your very long driveway right before it got dark. That was only an hour or so ago.”

I’d kind of lost my sense of time and distance in the blinding snow, but I’d struggled against the high winds and snow drifts for at least the last hour to get here.

“At these temperatures, and at these windchills, hypothermia sets in fast. Especially when you’re not dressed for a bad storm,” he explained like he was talking to someone who wasn’t quite rational. “I’ll get you something warm to drink.”

Despite his crankiness, he set me gently onto the rug before he rose to go to the kitchen.

God, he was testy, but his home and his assistance were saving my life, so I wasn’t about to complain.

I wouldn’t be all that happy if someone dropped into my place through the window, either.

Besides, a warm drink sounded heavenly at the moment, even if it wasn’t the salted caramel latte I’d practically kill for right now.

I wrapped the blanket tighter around me, grateful to be indoors.

My reluctant host apparently didn’t know who I was, which was an enormous relief.

I’d come here to escape from the things that had happened in California, and I’d prefer that the owner of this cabin didn’t know exactly who had crashed in on his solitude.

I’d come to Montana because it had always been a peaceful, happy place for me, which were two things I needed to regain my sanity.

My breath caught when my gorgeous host walked back into the room with a mug in his hand.

The man was ridiculously handsome, and his sheer size seemed to suck all the air from the living room.

I hated the way I couldn’t manage to pull my gaze away from those mesmerizing green eyes of his that surveyed me carefully as he handed me the mug.

The poor guy was obviously wary. Really, could I blame him? Only an idiot would be outdoors in this horrible storm.

Maybe I should be more cautious, too, but for some weird reason, I wasn’t afraid of him. Probably because he had apparently been trying to save me from my own stupidity.

Dammit! Everything about him was intriguing, and the last thing I needed was to be stuck with a man who I couldn’t stop ogling like a twitterpated teenager. He was dressed like a lumberjack in jeans and a red flannel shirt, but he spoke in a no-nonsense, low baritone that sounded somewhat refined and educated to me. He had scruff on his face that probably hadn’t seen a razor in the last few days, but even that was kind of sexy.

“I told you my name,” I pointed out as he handed me the mug. “What’s yours?”

I couldn’t keep thinking of him as my grumpy but very sexy host.

“Kaleb,” he said shortly as he sat down on the rug next to me. “Now, would you care to explain to me exactly what you’re doing here. If you got stuck in the driveway, you were obviously heading here in the first place.”

He didn’t give me any other information, but I wasn’t about to reveal my identity, either, so I wasn’t about to criticize his abruptness or his bossiness.

I took a sip of the hot chocolate and sighed before I replied. “I wasn’t headed to your place. I was headed to a rental home. I ended up here instead. I didn’t realize this was the wrong place until I got closer to the cabin. The place I was looking for is a lot more contemporary. It’s not a log home.”

Kaleb nodded. “You probably missed the neighbor’s driveway because of the storm. There’s a place a few miles back that does vacation rentals sometimes, but people generally only want to stay this remote in the summer.”

I nearly choked on my hot chocolate. “Your only neighbor lives a few miles away? How is that still considered a neighbor?”

He shrugged. “This cabin has seven or eight hundred acres. That makes them close to the property line.”

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