Page 2 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Speaking of your husband…how did he handle his near-death-by-boob experience?”
“That’s the best part!” she shouts. “As soon as he stopped gasping for air, he wiped up the saliva hanging from his chin, then it was as if it never happened! He was totallyMr. Cool-as-a-Cucumber-I-Totally-Didn’t-Almost-Die-Choking-On-Breastmilk. He felt bad that I was robbed of an orgasm though, so he promised to make it up to me tonight.”
“Man, he’s a keeper, that’s for sure.”
Sylvie’s sigh is audible over the phone line. “That he is.”
A grin stretches across my face, as I think about how happy my cousin has been since reconnecting with her soulmate. They give me hope I might find that one day, too. Our conversation has taken the edge off my moodiness, which I suspect may have been her intent. Sylvie knows how much I’ve been dreading this day and exactly why I’ve chosen to become a recluse for the weekend.
“Anyway,” Sylvie says, “I’ll let you go. Remember, if you need to vent or anything, call me anytime, day or night. I mean it, Rosa.”
“Thanks, Syl. I love you. And tell Hudson he’s a trooper.”
“Will do. Love you, cuz. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“Which leaves very few things off the table,” I tease, disconnecting the call after saying our goodbyes.
The last bend before I reach my destination reveals the vast expanse of Lake Tahoe, its mirror surface reflecting the morning sky, framed by white-capped pines and distant mountains. The snow is falling steadily, leaving a fresh coat on the ground, making it even more breathtaking. The snow crunches beneath my tires as I turn down the private road that leads to our cabin. As I catch my first glimpse of the familiar log dwelling, I spot a bright blue BMW SUV parked on the slab off to the side of the front deck.
What the hell?
My parents and brother are the onlyother people who have access to this place, and I know for a fact all three of them are back in LA. I didn’t tell my family I was coming here because I didn’t want their pity. Not that I thought I had to—this cabin has been in my family for three generations, and they’re fiercely protective of it. Renting it out is completely off the table. We have a local management company that checks on the cabin once a month to make sure everything’s in order, but they usually handle that at the beginning of the month.
Still, someone is definitely inside. The thick smoke puffing out of the stone chimney leaves no doubt. My pulse kicks up as I pull in right beside the Beemer and shift my rental into park.
Who could be here? It’s gotta be the management company, right?
I grab my phone to call my brother, Ryan, to see if he knows anything, but the screen taunts me withSOS Only.
“Dammit,” I mutter, pulling the keys from the ignition.
I summon all the courage I can muster and step into the crisp air. I decide to knock rather than use my keycode—I don’t want to startle whoever’s inside. Plus, my odds of fleeing if there’s an axe murderer in there are much better if I stay outside. I climb the front steps, hand raised to knock, when the door swings open, scaring the crap out of me.
“Stay back!” I shout. “I know karate!”
“Rosie?” The man’s voice is deep, rumbling, like maybe he just woke up.
It takes a moment for my brain to process, but when I notice who’s standing in the doorway, framed by the warm glow of the cabin, my heart drops to my feet. The mystery guest is none other than Logan Edwards—my brother’s best friend and the star of every teenage fantasy I’ve ever had. Okay, and maybe a few of my grownup fantasies, too. It’s not like it’s my fault, though. The man is ridiculously attractive,all the damn time.
Even now, standing before me with his messy dark blond hair and annoyingly sharp hazel eyes, wearing simple jeans and a fisherman’s sweater that shouldn’t look good onanyone—but somehow, he makes it work. And then you have the bare feet—strong and masculine, with clean lines and well-groomed nails—just casually gripping the hardwood floor, completely unaware they could make a fortune on OnlyFans. My god, since when are feet so cliteriffic? The man doesn’t even have an oddly long toe, for shit’s sake. Only Logan Edwards could make feet sexy, I swear. Of course, he had to be the one who witnessed my moment of supreme idiocy.I know karate.Where did that even come from?
“Logan?” My voice waffles between shock and…something else I’d rather not name because acknowledging it feels way too dangerous, given the circumstances. “What are you doing here?”
He looks as surprised as I am. “I could ask you the same. Ryan said the cabin would be free.”
A thousand emotions whirl through me—embarrassment, annoyance, the old ache of unrequited love, and the unshakable rush that always surfaces when he’s near me. Am I intruding on a romantic Valentine’s weekend? I try looking behind him for any evidence of Logan’s latest lady friend, but his stupid body is so big it’s like trying to see through a wall.
Logan’s eyes narrow as they look me over, landing on my bare arms. “Why aren’t you wearing a coat? Get in here. It’s below freezing.” His gruff tone leaves no room for argument. I legit have to bite my tongue before I blurt out an enthusiastic,Yes, sir.
I blink as a large snowflake lands on the tip of my nose. “Um…” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder. “It’s in the car. I should, um…probably get it. My bag is in there, too.”
His jaw clenches. “Get inside before you turn into a popsicle,” he demands, stepping aside to make room for me. “I’ll get your stuff.”
Sheesh. When did he get so bossy? And seriously, why is that so freaking hot?! As I pass by him, a hint of cologne fills my senses, stirring memories and desires I thought I’d packed away long ago.
Sure, keep lying to yourself, Rosa.
Logan’s fingers flex as he holds out his hand, palm up, his stance solid and unwavering. “Keys?”
