Page 90 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“Maybe you should see a therapist while you’re there. You need help, Peter. This isn’t normal. I’ve told you several times I don’t want to be with you. I’m getting married to another man.”

In a blink of an eye, he moved, clutching my wrist. “I’ll be back, Kara. Our love is forever.”

“No, you won’t.” I heard beside me.

Collin reached over the counter and grabbed Peter’s short hair. “Remove your fucking hand from my fiancée’s wrist.”

Peter didn’t budge. Collin slammed his fist into his nose. His hand released me, and he fell into the map display. Collin rounded the counter quick, grabbing Peter by the front of his shirt.

He peeked over his shoulder. “Lock up and go home, baby.”

“Collin, he said he’s leaving. Just see him out of town.”

Collin’s curls fell in his face as he dragged Peter toward the door. “Will do, sweetheart. Harry’s waiting for you in the truck.” His back fell against the door and he pulled Peter out of the shop.

I shut down the computer, then scurried across the shop and straightened the map display.

“You won’t ever learn, will you?” I heard Collin yell in a whisper.

I flipped off the lights, then locked the door. Harry leaned against the back of my truck. My entire body shook. I was terrified for Peter and Collin. My man’s temper was brutal. He could kill Peter during his bout of rage. I stepped to the front of Collin’s Yukon. He held Peter by his shirt, pounding his fist into his face.

“Collin, please stop.”

Luckily our shop was at the end of the block so we didn’t have any wandering eyes passing.

Blood poured out of Peter’s mouth.

Collin paused, fist midair. “Harry, get her out of here.”

I stepped back. “No, I’m going with you. We’ll drive Peter to Fairbanks. I won’t let you kill him, Collin.” My fists curled at my side.

“I almost forgot how feisty you are.” Collin grinned.

He dropped Peter against the ground like a rag doll. “Fine.” Collin stood over me like a giant and crushed my lips. Hate to say, I was a bit turned on by violent Collin. He wasn’t the man in the suits that night. He wore a T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. My pussy ached for brutal, rugged Collin.

I slipped out of his grasp, rushed to the back of my truck, and grabbed my first aid kit and a blanket.

“Collin, I’ll follow you.” Harry jumped behind the wheel of my truck.

Collin opened the back-passenger door of his truck, threw Peter inside, and zip tied his hands. He stalked to the other side of the truck and helped me into the back seat. I buckled me and Peter’s seat belts, then tended to his superficial wounds.

Peter’s lips curled upward as I blotted his bruised face with an alcohol gauze.

“It was worth it.”

My brow wrinkled. “What was?”

“Pissing your boyfriend off so I could sit close to you,” he whispered.

My eyes darted to Collin. He didn’t hear what Peter said. Thank goodness or Collin would have snapped his neck.

“Kara, how do you adjust to the long stints of daylight?”

“I just do. It’s what I’m used to. That’s why it was better for us to live here in the winter. You wouldn’t have to adjust to eighteen hours of daylight.”

“Good point. But I’d like to embrace it all.”

A smile curled my lips. After tending to Peter’s wounds, I scooted closer to the door.

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