Page 6 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I shot him a small smile. He was right. I’d just forgotten how vast Montana could be in remote places like this. “What do you do with eight hundred acres in this area?”

“This is prime hunting land,” he said vaguely.

“So you’re here to hunt?” I asked curiously.

God, dragging any information out of this stoic man was almost impossible.

There were mysteries about Kaleb that I really wanted to solve.

He raised a brow. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you’re doing here.”

Ha! He’d caught me fishing for information on him when I wasn’t willing to share much about myself.

I briefly wondered if he was hiding out from the police or something, but my instinct told me that he wasn’t, and my instinct had saved my ass many times in the past.

Really, the man was probably entitled to some kind of explanation from me because I’d broken into his home, but I wasn’t quite sure what to tell him.

I settled for telling him the truth, minus the details. “I was born and raised near Bozeman. I wanted to come back to Montana to get my head on straight. My reasons are…personal. I had to get away from Los Angeles for a while. My parents had friends near the national wildlife refuge close to here. We used to visit when I was a kid, so I’m familiar with this area. When I saw the listing for the rental nearby, I thought it might be a good place to chill out for a while.”

“When you were a kid?” he asked grumpily. “A year or two ago?”

“I’m thirty-five years old,” I informed him indignantly. “I can’t be that much younger than you are.”

“I turned forty a few months ago,” he said soberly. “You look…younger.”

I chose to take that as a compliment, but the way that he’d made that statement wasn’t exactly complimentary. “I haven’t felt young for a long time,” I mumbled.

“Why not?” he asked in a genuinely interested tone this time.

I hesitated for a moment.

Finally, I answered. “I have a lot going on in my life. Would you mind if we don’t talk about that? I came here to get away from those things.”

Our eyes met, and my heart stuttered as those gorgeous eyes surveyed me like he was trying to figure out every secret that I was hiding.

I suddenly wanted to tell him everything, but I couldn’t.

He didn’t know me.

I didn’t know him.

It was probably better if things stayed that way between the two of us.

“Okay,” he agreed. “But please tell me you’re not running away from a psycho stalker, husband, or boyfriend.”

I tilted my head as I looked at the very real concern in his eyes. “I’m not. I’m not married, and I don’t have a man in my life right now,” I assured him hastily. “Why would you think that I was running from a stalker?”

He didn’t seem like the kind of man who feared much of anything.

A relieved expression flooded over his face. “Bad previous experience,” he said huskily. “My female cousin was nearly killed by a stalker.”

Ah! And that had scared the hell out of him.

He wasn’t worried about his own safety.

Kaleb was obviously worried about mine, which surprised me.

Apparently, that stalking experience was recent judging by the severity of his reaction. “Do you want to talk about it?”

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