Page 7 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“Well, after a week of roughing it in this below zero weather, you’ll begin to appreciate L.A.”

I placed the poker back in the holder and sat beside Kara.

“I’ve lived there all my life. I needed a change of scenery. Who knows I might extend my stay?”

“Are you running from something?”

My head softly thudded the brown leather sofa. “No, I was burned out. I worked nonstop trying to live up to my father’s expectations.”

“You have to be your own person.”

“True. I am. My father and his best friend were successful running the company for years. My best friend and I now run their business. Our fathers built a solid business.”

“You’re afraid you won’t keep the company as successful.”

“Right or I will for now. But what if one day I can’t?”

She placed her soft hand on top of mine. “Believe in yourself. You’ve got this.”

I clutched her fingers as our eyes locked. “Thank you, Kara.”

She cleared her throat. “We should get going. You won’t ruin my night out.”

My thumb rubbed the back of her hand. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She snatched her hand away and stood. “The master bedroom is upstairs to your left. I’ll give you time to place your luggage upstairs.”

I stood, towering over her. She visibly swallowed.

“I’ll be right back. Enjoy the fire.”

Kara sat on the sofa and turned her attention to the flames.

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