Page 63 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“Bryce, what’s up, brother?”

He threw his arms around me. “You tell me.” He stepped back.

“This must be Kara.” Bryson grinned from ear to ear as he stretched his hand out toward her.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” His eyes roved over her body.

“You’re not his normal type. No offense.”

She slipped her hair over her shoulder. “None taken.”

“Bryce, chill,” I grimaced.

“Not used to wearing stilettos, huh?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, I’m not.”

“It shows. Pretty sure you want to toss them across the room. He set you up real nice. Christian Louboutin’s. You look much different. In the photos you wore ski pants and a bulky coat. Probably never wore a dress either. Collin, downgraded from Hollywood chicks to Alaskan cabin sluts.”

My blood was burning through my veins. I grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall. “Motherfucker, I don’t give a shit how long we’ve been best friends.”

“Collin, stop,” Kara pleaded.

“She’s my future wife, you fucking bastard. You will respect her. I don’t give a shit about the skanks I fucked in the past. She ain’t none of them. And damn sure won’t ever be shared. My woman has more class than any of them. Let me know if you want us to part ways in this business venture.”

Kara yanked my arm. I glanced at my hands wrapped around his neck. A comical smile covered his lips. I released him.

He fell back against the wall, gripping his neck, coughing. I didn’t even realize his perfect blond hair shook loose.

“Fuck you, Bryce. You’re a disrespectful bastard.”

He slid the back of his hand across his bloody lip. “Dude, I had no idea you were pussy whipped.”

I lunged at him again. Kara stepped between us.

“Babe, move out of the way.”

“I can’t come between you two.”

My hand slid over my moussed hair. “Kara, it’s ok. We just need to handle the disagreement like men. Step out of the way, baby.”

“No.”

I grabbed her by her waist, pulling her against my chest.

“Get the fuck out, Bryce. Clearly, you have a problem with me, but you verbally attacked her.”

He stalked closer, smoothing a hand over his blond hair.

“You were gone for over a month. What happened to two weeks, Collin?”

I shook my head. “Like I said, you are taking your anger out on her. She has nothing to do with our friendship or business.”

“Bull shit,” he roared.

“She has everything to do with it. You went on vacation and came back with a mail-order bride.”

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