Page 43 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

You’re in love with the stereotypical GQ cover model. What’s wrong with you? You had your pick of the litter in Talkeetna. If you only could be half as attracted to Garrett or Eric like you are to Collin, you’d be settled down right now. No confusion if they’d love you or not. No confusion if they’d get bored with you and send you packing.

I clenched my eyes shut in an attempt to shake off the fear of rejection.

A warm palm covered mine. My eyes popped open. Michelle’s warm smile greeted me. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.”

I choked back the tears. “What’s been up with you ladies?”

“Kip asked me out on a second date?” Michelle squealed.

“Yay, that’s awesome.”

“Michelle, that’s great. I am so happy for you. Kip is a good guy.” Chrissy smiled wide.

I glanced at Chrissy. “What’s up with you?”

“This week has been absolutely crazy at the Vet hospital. One of the staff members forgot to lock the snake cage.”

My eyes grew the size of baseballs. I scanned the floor. “Are they on the loose?”

Chrissy laughed hysterically. “No. I should have told you they were because the look on your face is priceless.”

“Not fucking funny. I can handle spiders but snakes no way.”

Chrissy hugged me. “It’s ok. I know how you are.”

We sat in the same spots at the four-top table every week. Michelle and Chrissy sat at either end, and I sat between them.

“Um huh,” I grimaced, as I gulped down my drink.

“Let’s do a couple of shots of Tequila.”

Chrissy’s dark eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s do it.”

Shelly arrived and placed two baskets of lemon pepper wings and a basket of fries on the table.

“Shelly, please bring us six shots of Tequila with limes,” Chrissy smiled.

“Be right back.”

We each grabbed a wing from the basket. Pulling the smokey meat between my teeth, I savored the lemon flavor on my tongue.

“These are to die for. I am going to miss these wings.”

“I can’t believe you’re really leaving.” Michelle's smile dropped.

“I doubt I’ll be gone for more than two weeks.” I shook my head. “Chrissy’s right he’ll send me packing.”

Chrissy’s jaw slacked like she’d seen a ghost.

“Hello, ladies,” I heard the familiar voice to my left.

Fuck, I knew he heard what I said.

I peeked up at him. He wore a slight scowl, and his cheeks were red. Could have been from the cold.

“Hi, Collin,” the ladies chimed.

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