Page 34 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

I rubbed my brow. “Hadn’t really thought about it.”

“My children will receive all the hugs and kisses I can give. None of us are promised tomorrow. I want them to know their mommy loves them.”

I kissed her nose. “That’s smart.”

“My husband would have to be a loving man to my children. Not a stern, no affection kind of man. My father is stern when he needs to be, but so loving.”

“You don’t think I can be a loving father?”

“I didn’t say that. Only you know what kind of father you’d like to be. It sounds like you’re a workaholic. I don’t think you have time for a family.”

She was right. I’d have to change my daily schedule to accommodate Kara.

I pressed play on the remote, then retrieved my wine glass. Gulping the contents, I pondered on her words. I placed the empty glass on the table.

The pads of my fingertips pressed into the center of her foot.

Kara’s elbow rested on the sofa beside my head. “Collin, what do you plan to do about your work schedule once you return home?”

I met her gaze. “Tweak it. I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“That’s not realistic. We live too far apart.”

“I’ll do what I have to do to keep you in my life.”

Her thumb stroked my stubbled jaw. “I hope you mean that, Collin.”

“I do, Kara.” I parted my lips over hers, sucking on her top lip. My hand swept along her sides under her sweater.

“How many layers do you have on?”

She chuckled against my lips. “Three. This is Alaska.”

I untucked her T-shirt, then her thermo cami. “Less is more in L.A.”

“Do you expect me to visit you in L.A.?”

I grinned.

Kara laughed. “I hate flying, Collin.”

“Kara, I know. Overcome that fear. I’d fly you to and from L.A. on my private jet.”

Her eyes widened, and she pulled back. “What do you mean, your private jet?”

“Kara, you knew I was rich, right?”

“It was obvious you weren’t hurting for money. But I didn’t know you were rich. I was so caught up in your party and charity photos, I never Googled your net worth.”

“I know you don’t care about money. That’s what I love about you. My wellbeing is of importance.” I slipped her sweater and pink T-shirt over her head.

“We’ve spent almost every waking hour together in four days. I’d say, I’ve figured you out for the most part. And I don’t want anyone to use you for your impeccable skills.” Her fingers slipped through my brown curls.

“Which skills are you referring to? My work skills or my tongue and finger skills?”

She wiggled her nose against my neck. “Your fingers. Those are the only skills I can speak on.”

“Are you trying to bait me, Ms. Riley?”

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