Page 55 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

CHAPTER EIGHT

COLLIN

Arms wrapped around Kara’s waist, we stood in the center of my private parking section of my building.

“Eight cars,” she gasped.

“Why do you need so many cars, Collin?”

“I don’t. I guess you can say I collect cars. I have a few parked in my friend Sebastian’s parking garage up the street. He actually found this condo for me. He understood it was important I had a place to park my vehicles.”

She shook her head. “I doubt I’ll be driving anytime soon. I’d get lost in an instant.” She peeked to her right.

“Harry, it will be you and I for a while.”

He grinned. “Not a problem, Ms. Kara. Text me and I’ll be here.”

“Great.”

“Let’s head upstairs, Kara.”

The elevator opened inside my penthouse condo. Kara’s hands flew over her mouth as she strolled toward the balcony doors. Harry placed Kara’s shopping bags inside the bedroom.

He stepped beside me, wearing a navy suit. “Do either of you need anything else, Mr. Daughtry?”

“No, Harry, that will be all.”

Kara peeked over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Harry.”

He was two inches shorter, fit, and thirty-five. Single guy. He doubled as a driver and bodyguard.

“Have a good evening.” He hopped on the elevator.

I was rich, and due to a recent business man of the year article a few months back, now I was semi-famous. Hadn’t quite mentioned that part to Kara. Hoping I wouldn’t have to. The front page of the magazine was plastered on a billboard in downtown L.A. At Lucky’s, they didn’t treat me any differently. That’s why I felt it was a great place to take Kara for lunch.

I placed Kara’s leftover pasta and rolls on the kitchen counter. “Are you ready for a tour?”

“Yes.”

Remote in hand, I stepped beside Kara. “This remote is your friend.” I pointed it toward the window. The doors retracted, exposing the sleek slated gray tile private rooftop balcony.

She released my hand and strolled outdoors. “This is breathtaking. I can’t believe this is your home.”

“Our home.”

Her fingers grazed over the edge of the raised flower beds.

“You can grow your own vegetables if you’d like.”

She smiled from ear to ear. “I’d love that.”

There was that infectious smile.

“Is this your own fitness room?” She opened the glass door, scanning the state-of-the-art equipment.

“Yes.”

“Overlooking the city while you work out. Wow, I love it.”

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