Page 5 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“I’d like to come. Strictly for drinks. I won’t interfere. I’ll let you ladies enjoy your night out. I’d like to drink a few beers and unwind while watching the game.”

“Well, too bad. I’ll be shit faced, which means I’ll be in no condition to drive. Unless, you’re grabbing a hotel room for the night, you can hang it up.”

I flashed a wicked grin. “It’s settled. A night on the town in Talkeetna it is.”

Kara rolled her eyes.

“Hopefully, I’ll get to meet your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Michelle’s brows rustled together.

“What boyfriend?” she snorted.

“Ring him up, please. The boyfriend is new. We’ll discuss later, Michelle.” She grimaced.

I knew it. There wasn’t a boyfriend. Kara might’ve been afraid to fall victim to me. Shit, good call.

The deafening silence returned once we were in the truck.

“Kara, you know that I’m not looking for a girlfriend, so you don’t have to pretend to have a boyfriend.”

She chuckled. And chuckled again. “If your goal is to land me in your bed, it won’t happen. I am not interested in you, Mr. Bachelor.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I swept my fingers through my hair.

“Good, my goal is to share Alaska with you. Nothing more, nothing less.” She grinned from ear to ear.

“You really love it here, huh?”

“I do.”

“Does your mother help run the business too?”

Brief silence hung in the air. “My father made a promise to my birth parents that if anything ever happened to them, he’d raise me. And he did. My parents went on a short plane ride to Fairbanks when I was six months old. Their plane crashed. They were only twenty-four when they passed away. Frank was my dad’s best friend.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you. We’re not far from your cabin. The cabin will be ice cold, so be sure to leave on a couple of layers of clothes every night before bed. Oh, I almost forgot, I’ll show you a great spot to watch the sunset. It’s breathtaking.”

I smiled. “Do you live in town?”

“No, I don’t live far from the Simpsons’. I’m roughly five miles away. We’ll actually pass my house on the way to your cabin.” A smile bit her pretty pouty lips.

“Is that how you know about the sunset?”

“It’s my job to know what tourists love,” she giggled. “While that’s true, I also stumbled upon the sunrise and sunset shortly after relaxing on my property.” She pointed. “Right there.”

“Nice. Stained mahogany and honey golden wood. Did you have it built?”

“A few friends helped me and my dad build the cabin three years ago.”

I glanced through the side mirror. “Looks brand new. You take good care of your home.”

“I have to. It’s my forever home.” She smiled brightly.

“Here we are.” She threw the truck in park.

“Looks just like the pic.” I glanced at the picture on my cell.

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