Page 4 of Cabin Fever Baby

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t holding up the line. “I’m looking for big, actually. My family is coming in, so I want to do it up. I just emptied half the stock at your gift shop to decorate it.”

Rachel laughed. “Then we better get you sugared up to keep spending your money. How about my Salted Caramel Cocoa and a chocolate croissant?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Coming right up.” She twirled away, the huge red bow on the back of her apron jingling with a little bell.

I moved out of the way as a couple with two kids came up to the bus then my eyeballs widened as a hulking man ran over.

He was wearing a Santa hat over his long, curly dark hair, a red thermal shirt pushed up to show muscular inked arms, along with red and white striped pants that were stuffed haphazardly into half undone motorcycle boots. The closer he got, the bigger he seemed.

“Kokoleka! We need some provisions!”

That was not Clay Winslow—but he was a very fine specimen of male. And did he just speak Hawaiian?

“You just had provisions, Kane.” Rachel held out my food. “Here you go. Don’t mind him. He’s as huge and harmless as a teddy bear.”

Kane gave me a faux snarl then grinned. “S’up.”

“Hi.”

“Actually, you can help our friend here—I’m sorry I didn’t get your name.”

“Ocean.”

Kane blinked at me. “Well, hello,Moana.”

“Oh, here we go.” Rachel rolled her eyes. She waved over someone, and another woman appeared in the window to help the waiting couple. “You are quick on the nickname today, buddy.” She glanced at me. “Kane is our chef over at the taproom. But it’s the offseason, and he sometimes helps us. Help being a relative term.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

He grinned. “This lovely lady is named for the open water,Moana.”

I laughed. “More like my mom was longing for adventure. My sister’s name is River. But I’ll take how you say it.” I glanced down at his huge hand and sighed. “Evidently, someone else likes it too.”

He laughed. “Mykaimonidefinitely keeps me in check. Bells is around here somewhere. She keeps getting dragged into helping to take photos.”

“Oh, I saw a big line over at the vintage bus.” And the stunner redhead that had to be his wife. Figured.

“That’s where she probably is.” He shot a puppy dog look at Rachel. “Rations, please, I beg of you. Jim has me hauling out those big bi—” He broke off, looking down at the children, before he cleared his throat. “The big ten-foot trees. I’m burning calories by the hundreds.”

Rachel shook her head. “Can’t have that.” She disappeared and came back with a white bag and a bottle of water. “These are the last of my cider donuts.”

“You are an angel.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just help Ocean. She’s looking for a big tree.”

He sagged a bit, but he gave me a big smile. “C’mon, I know where the good ones are. Not that we have many left.”

I sipped from my cocoa and managed not to moan at the salty caramel perfection. It was a near thing, but I was a pro at holding myself in check.

Having one of the most famous men in the world as my little brother meant I couldn’t give much away. I never knew who was angling for dirt for blind items online. They were the new hotness for gossip.

Saying just enough for people to guess who the dirt was about.

Quentin had been the subject of far too many of them. Most of them where just rumors, but his name made people click—so it didn’t much matter which was real or fake.

I was also used to the bustle of city life, so I kept up with Kane’s long-legged gait with ease.

“So, what kind of ceilings are we talking? Lots of people have a hard time telling when they’re in the lines of trees. Then they go home and have a Clark Griswold moment.”

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