Page 8 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

“Thanks,” he said as he shot me a questioning look. “Can you see everything okay without your glasses? The frames were broken when you hit the floor in the bedroom.”

Damn! I’d forgotten about the glasses. “I’m wearing contacts,” I told him. “The glasses were in my backpack. I put them on to try to protect my eyes from the wind.”

It was probably the dumbest excuse on the planet. Obviously, I would have problems seeing if I put prescription glasses on over my prescription contacts, and judging by his guarded expression, he knew it.

“Let me guess. The lenses of those glasses are clear glass?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “Please don’t ask me why.”

I didn’t want to lie to Kaleb. He was my rescuer. But I also didn’t feel like explaining why I was trying to disguise myself, either.

The room was quiet for a few moments other than the crackling of the fire as his gaze searched my face.

“Are you sure you’re not hiding from someone, Anna? Or are you in some kind of trouble?” he finally questioned gravely.

He sounded disappointed, and for some reason, I hated that.

I slowly shook my head as I looked away from his probing gaze. “No. No one is chasing me, and I’m not in trouble legally or anything. There’s just some things I don’t want to talk about.”

He reached out, gently took my chin, and turned my eyes to his again. “I get it. There are things I don’t want to talk about, either. Keep your secrets for now, Anna, and I’ll keep mine. We’re stuck here together, so it’s impossible for us not to talk to each other. No lies. If there’s something we don’t want to discuss, we just say so—like you just did. We’re going to have to trust each other while we’re here. Does that sound fair?”

Something warm spread through my belly as our gazes stayed locked for what seemed like forever.

Once again, I wanted to break down and tell him everything. I wanted to talk to someone I trusted, but I couldn’t. He might be a stranger who didn’t feel like a stranger to me, but I wasn’t a naïve woman. I’d lived in Los Angeles for a long time.

“Sounds like a deal,” I said lightly, knowing I had no choice but to trust Kaleb with my safety right now.

However, it would be crazy for me to spill my guts to a hot stranger in the Montana wilderness just because he felt like a safe place to me for some unknown reason.

There was absolutely no reason why we couldn’t just be casual acquaintances until we could get the hell out of this cabin and back to civilization again.

Kaleb

“I am not going to press her for more information,” I muttered to myself as I stirred the beef stew on the stove. “The last thing I need is to get involved in her life, even if I could convince her to trust me.”

I’d spent the last ten minutes trying to convince myself that Anna was a stranger, and it was none of my damn business what secrets she was hiding.

I now knew that she wasn’t crazy.

I also believed that she was telling me the truth about not running from the law or a stalker.

That was all that mattered, right?

She wasn’t so insane that she’d kill me while I was sleeping, and no one was going to snatch her when I wasn’t looking.

We’d be pleasant to each other while we were stuck together.

That was all.

The problem was, I wanted to know what was bothering her so much that she’d left her life in California for the remote wilderness of Montana.

She was obviously an intelligent woman.

And fuck knew she was attractive.

Wasn’t there someone she wanted to be with in California if she had problems that were getting to her?

Christ! I didn’t need to know the answer to that.

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