Page 13 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

Michelle snickered. “You’re in the running, Collin.”

My eyes widened. “Michelle, don’t encourage him.”

“Thank you, Michelle. Dinner and drinks on me.”

“We appreciate it, Collin.” Michelle winked at me.

“How long are you here for, Collin?” Chrissy’s dark brow rose.

She didn’t care for Collin. I knew her better than anyone. She’d probably continue to give him a hard time.

“For two weeks, maybe longer.”

I grabbed his arm. “To the bar, Collin.”

“What did I say wrong?” he asked, as he sat on the bar stool.

I had to get him away from her. She’d chew him up and spit him out.

I sat beside him. “Nothing really. It’s just flirting, Collin. It’s nothing but fun to you. Chrissy is my best friend. She’s over protective and has my best interest at heart. You want to get to know me while you’re here, but…”

“But what?”

His brown eyes sparkled as he stared into mine.

“Nothing.” My smile rose and fell.

“I hate when you do that.”

My finger traced over the carvings in the old wooden bar. “I know.” The smell of cedar and fresh beer swept up my nose.

Peeking at the other end of the bar, I waved my hand in the air. “Peter.”

He walked toward us. “Kara, I haven’t seen you in a little over a week.” His hand ran gruffly over his face.

“Yeah, I was on a tour. My client, Collin Daughtry, wanted to hang out with us tonight.” I stretched my hands toward him.

They shook hands.

“Collin, call me Pete. What can I get for you?”

“I’d like to start out with a Guinness. And can you be sure I get Kara’s bill?”

Peter slapped the bar. “Not a problem. Are you watching the game tonight?” he asked, before he glanced at the TV, then back at us.

Collin smiled from ear to ear. “Absolutely. The San Francisco 49ers are playing.” He winked at me.

“Yeah, it will be a good game tonight. You didn’t miss much. The game just started.” Peter smiled.

“Kara, the usual?”

“Yes.”

Collin stood and slipped my jacket down my arms. “I’ll hang our coats.”

“Ok.” I wiggled my fingers through my dark hair. My eyes followed his ass toward the coat rack.

“Nice ass,” I muttered under my breath.

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