A Billionaire's Cabin Love - Posey Parks Page 0,31
coffee. Pain struck the tip of my tongue.
“Collin, Kara’s safe. You can turn in for the night.”
Staring across the shop, I sighed. “I can stay here.”
“Nope, you have to learn to give Kara her space. She’s a stubborn woman.”
I glanced at him. “You know her best.” My shoulders slouched. I felt defeated. All I wanted was to talk to her. To know we were still ok.
“All right, thanks again for helping me find her.” My smile didn’t quite meet my eyes.
I grabbed my coat and placed the mug on the glass counter. My eyes darted down the hall one last time. She had to come back to me.
**P**
Two days had gone by and no Kara. I’d done what her father suggested and gave her space. I was falling apart inside. This was only the second time we’d gone two days without seeing each other. My job required me to travel. How did I think I’d make it without seeing her every day in L.A.? I blew out a breath as I marveled the mountains and trees, awaiting the sunset. I sipped the warm brandy. The liquid burned my throat and chest.
Still couldn’t believe she walked out of the bar without a coat the other night. I wouldn’t even stand on the back deck without a coat in this icy climate.
Guess I’d drink myself into a drunken stupor. This love thing was kicking my ass. This feeling was new. My heart beat a hundred miles a minute all day. It was time to come to terms with reality. She may have changed her mind about moving to L.A. Maybe I should cut my trip short. No, I came here for adventure and that was what I’d get. If it meant touring with Ernie, I’d survive. I’d finish out my vacation.
“Beautiful,” I heard to my left. My heart stopped beating.
“Yeah, it is.”
“I told you this was the best place to watch the sunset.”
“Yup.” I sipped the brandy again.
She stretched her arms out over the wooden banister.
“Thanks for reaching out to my dad, calling my friends, and informing them I was ok.”
“You’re welcome.” I hadn’t looked at her yet. Hearing her voice at that moment was like pouring alcohol on a wound. Guess I was a little bitter. Why did it take her so long to reach out?
“Thanks for stopping by. Have a good evening.” Never laying eyes on her, I stalked toward the door.
“Why are you being so cold?”
“This is what you wanted. You never wanted to return to L.A. with me.” I turned to her, seething.
“Not long term anyway.”
“Collin, you’ve never been in a relationship. And all of a sudden, I am supposed to believe you chose me.” She pointed at her chest.
I hated how her beauty made me fucking weak. The urge to grab her up by her neck, pull her into my arms, and walk into the house weighed on my bones. Plastered against the cabin wall, I’d be so deep inside her. She’d scream so loud her fucking vocal cords would snap. My cock needed to feel her tight walls, clutching it just right.
Collin, walk away from her.
“You love to throw that in my face and tell anyone who’d listen. Shit, you told your friends and your father you were going on vacation. I planned to open my home to you. Listen, you got what you wanted. I’ll return home without you. Because you’re too afraid to take a chance on us. I understand it’s a radical move. Why can’t I fall in love? Is that so unheard of? Bachelors, we only fuck models for the rest of our days. Is that it? Go home, Kara. I’ll ask for Ernie in the morning.” I continued into the house.
Her boots pounded the deck. “No,” I heard at my back. She opened and closed the door. “I’m scared, Collin.” Her hand lightly pressed against my arm. I slipped out of my boots, hung my coat, and marched to the bar.
“And I’m not?”
“You were so confident in your decision. I thought this was what you wanted.”
I filled my mug half way with the warm brandy.
“Persuading you to move to L.A. I thought would take more convincing. You never actually said, you’d move. Yet, when I told you I’d talk to your dad about the move, you never stopped me. Vacation, though?” I shook my head, then sipped the brandy again.
“Collin, you know I want to be with you. I chose you in the bar. Thought if I told everyone I was