Page 6 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

She hopped out of the truck. “It’s one of the best cabins to rent in Talkeetna.”

I grabbed my luggage off the back seat, then followed her toward the front door.

“Especially, if you want a spectacular view of the lake, mountains, or just want seclusion.”

She opened her gloved hand. “Key?”

I placed the key in her palm.

“Is that what you were looking for?”

Her eyebrow arched. “No, I told you I wanted the beauty.”

“You sure about that?”

She froze, staring at the door. Puffs of cold air escaped her lips. Despite the cold whipping through the layers of clothes I wore, smacking my bones, I only thought about kissing those beautiful lips. It was a lost cause. She wouldn’t let me into her space.

I placed my hand on her back and her body shuddered.

“Are you all right?” I asked in a low voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s warm up this cabin.”

She avoided my question. I couldn’t help but wonder: what was she hiding?

Kara pushed the door open and I held the door as she stepped inside.

“I’ll grab the groceries.”

I placed my luggage in the living room, then retrieved the groceries out of the truck.

Upon entering a second time, my eyes scanned the contemporary cabin finishes. “That bar will be my best friend.”

She smirked and popped open the thick gray curtains. “I bet it will.”

“Hey, I’m on vacation,” I teased, as I placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

She shrugged. “True. I’ll run the hot water through the pipes.” Kara slipped past me, stepping over to the sink.

“Ok, and I’ll get a fire going.”

Kneeling fireside, I stared at the ambers.

I’d like to hold a conversation with Kara without her biting my head off. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. Yet, she was definitely the only woman I was interested in spending time with on my vacation.

Kara’s heavy boots pounded the wooden steps as she descended, tearing me from my deep thoughts about her.

“Feels toasty already.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Kara sat on the sofa to my right.

“Oh, I make a mean bonfire on the beach.”

She threw her head back in laughter. “I can see that. Bare feet and board shorts.”

“Damn right. Who needs a shirt in the evening in L.A.? Well, if it’s summer and it’s eighty degrees.”

I pushed the iron poker between the logs to keep the orange and blue flames high.

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