Page 128 of The Saint

That was another thing she would lose in the Middle East. What did he have to offer this woman? No snow. Remote work—and that was if she would be interested in running the business side of Events and Occasions while Veronica handled the in-person responsibilities.

Or he could move. Titan US was always a possibility. Jared had made it clear that Camden would have a job no matter where he wanted to report. Leaving his teammates wasn’t ideal, but they would understand. The decision was all Amelia’s. He would do whatever it took to stay together.

She ducked her head back inside the car. “Are you getting out?”

“Yeah.”

Snow crunched under his boots. He met her in front of the car, and Camden used the electronic code to open the front door. The interior of the cabin matched the pictures online. “This is nice.”

“It is,” she breathed.

The cabin was warm. The host had left a few lights on. The space wasn’t big, but they didn’t need much. Firewood was stacked next to the fireplace. A giant welcome basket perched ona table, containing gourmet snacks, wine, apple cider, and a bag of roasted coffee beans.

Amelia slipped her coat off and hung it on a wall peg. Camden inspected the cabin for problems.

“Any boogeymen?” she asked.

“Nope.” But a large bed and a steam shower grabbed his attention. He reached for her hand. “The bags can wait.”

“Actually…” She pushed onto her tiptoes then rolled back onto her heels. “I want to show you something.”

“Does it involve you getting undressed?”

Amelia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “No.”

“Then maybe it can wait.”

Still wearing all her clothes, she pulled folded papers out of her purse and walked toward the large couch facing the fireplace. “Will you make us a fire?”

His interest was piqued. Camden shucked his jacket and tossed it on the back of a chair. “What’s that?” He eyed her hands but moved past and kneeled in front of the fireplace.

Logs were already positioned inside, and he opened the flue. The host had even packed fire starter at the base of the logs in a way that passed his quick inspection. All Camden had to do was strike one of the long matches. He ignited the fire starter, watched the kindling catch, and, when he was sure the logs would light, repositioned the fireplace doors.

Amelia still had that same beaming energy from the car, but as he studied her, he saw more bubbling under the surface. A hint of nerves showed themselves as her fingers danced around the edges of the papers. What he’d thought was simple excitement for a weekend away in the snow was showing itself to be something more.

“What’s up?” he asked.

She unfolded the papers and smoothed them over the coffee table. Camden sat next to her. It was a legal document.Large bold print read: Agreement of Purchase and Sale of Business Assets.

Anticipation paused his heartbeat. Camden scanned the document. He turned to look at her. “Veronica wants to buy your company?”

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Amelia bit her bottom lip. She reshuffled the papers so the last page was on top. “Veronicadidbuy my company.”

The signatures were there, the notarized stamp, yesterday’s date. His heart crawled into his throat. He hadn’t known that was a possibility. He never imagined she could just sell.

“I wanted to talk to you about this, but I needed to make the decision for myself.” She licked her bottom lip and looked at him, totally aware that she’d made a leap into the unknown and was still waiting to see if she would crash or fly. “Without you feeling like you had to say something one way or another.”

“You sold your business?”

Surprise—shock, really—rocked him. Her business had been a safety net. It had been a foundation for her and Hailey to fall back on, no matter what life had in store for them. Life had given them so much—too much. That was why Amelia had built that company from the ground up. For her to walk away from it—it wasn’t just a decision. It was a declaration, a rebirth.

Amelia nodded. “I sold my business.”

“We’re celebrating?”

He wanted to confirm. She could sell her business, be relieved, and still be unhappy—but she was beaming. God, she was glowing. This wasn’t loss. This was freedom.

Amelia nodded again and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes.” Her lips brushed his. “Right here on the couch, with the fire roaring. Lots of celebrating.”

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