Page 47 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

CHAPTER SEVEN

COLLIN

Kara shut down all the bullshit. I was proud of her. Even when she told me I didn’t own her. She was right; I didn’t. I never meant it in that way. Behind closed doors, Kara moaned she belonged to me. In front of half the town, that probably didn’t sound sweet and endearing. My thoughts kept flipping back to the part where she said she chose me. Those words made my heart swell a thousand times. She was the one. As cliché as it sounded, there was no other way to explain how much I’d grown to love Kara in a short period of time. I had no problem ripping those assholes apart. I still meant it; Kara was mine. All the torch holding for my woman was fucking over. Those clowns deserved every time my fist met their fucking faces. I was happy to bleed for what was mine.

Kara stormed out the bar, never looking back. And without a coat. That was a good indication she was beyond pissed. One by one, the band of assholes and I called out to her.

Blood dripped from my lip.

“Collin, here.” Michelle stood beside me, holding a napkin in hand.

“Thank you.” I dabbed my busted lip.

Again, I stared at the door. Not sure why I waited to go after her. I guess I was trying to give her a minute to breathe, due to all the bullshit that just transpired, but after five minutes, I panicked. I ran out the door, scanning the streets and behind the building. Her truck was still in the parking lot. I cupped my hands on the window and peeked inside. No Kara. Where could she have gone? I darted back inside the bar. The chatter halted. I grabbed my coat and shrugged it in route to Chrissy and Michelle’s table.

“Kara’s truck is in the parking lot, but she’s gone.”

Chrissy clenched her coily black locks. “If she was dressed properly, she’d drive to the lake where she ice fishes.”

“Is there anywhere nearby.”

Michelle tugged her lip. “No.”

I grabbed Kara’s messenger bag and coat. “I’ll look for her. Where does her father live?”

“About fifteen minutes down the road to your left,” Chrissy’s dark brow’s rose.

“Here’s his address. You’ll probably see her walking as you drive in that direction. What’s your phone number? I can call you if she returns or you can call me if you find her.”

I rattled off my number.

My cell pinged. I glanced at Chrissy’s number on the screen.

“Thanks. The moment I find her, I’ll call or text you.”

She nodded.

I didn’t give Kara’s fan club a second look. My woman was all that mattered.

My silver Yukon Denali rolled over the freshly fallen snow and past the closed shops in downtown Talkeetna.

How could she walk out the door without her cell? Shit, not that she’d answer my call at the moment.

I scoured the streets looking for any one sitting outside in the cold. The diner’s open. I sighed as I parked in a space. She had to be here. After hopping out of the truck, I yanked the diner door open. The bell chimed overhead.

“Katy, that fine specimen of a man you have the hots for is back. Looks like he was in a scuffle.”

The short brunette’s blue eyes roved over me.

I scanned the dining room. No sign of Kara.

My eyes fell on the waitress’s name tag. “Hello, Mandy.”

She popped her gum and stared at me. “You all right, hun?”

“Fine thanks.”

“Where would you like to sit tonight?”

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