Cabin Glow: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 3) by Bella Love-Wins Page A

felt it was a good omen. She didn’t ask him about it that morning, either. And she didn’t ask him why he had not come back to bed. She just kissed him when he had returned to his room to get his phone, and suggested they go for a run.
    “Hey,” she said, looking up from some kind of sexy downward dog yoga pose. “I was thinking, I’d like to go see John and Trina today.”
    “Sure. When do you want to go?”
    “Now?”
    “Now like right now?”
    “Yeah why not? We can have a nice, relaxing drive down there.”
    “Um. Sure.” He felt his body tense up as he thought of an answer. “I’ll call my local driver and see if he can come on short notice.”
    “Driver? Come on, you’ve got all those cars outside. Let’s take a drive, Andrew.”
    Oh God. She was not asking to take a drive with me, was she? Think Andrew. Think.
    “The thing is,” he stumbled over his words as he thought of a reasonable explanation, “I’ve got to take care of a few things with my staff this morning. Let me get those done first, and we can go afterward.”
    “Okay. That could work. I’ll use the time to make some more headway on my independent study.”
    “Perfect. And I might as well set it up with the driver, then.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes. Think of it this way. We can both enjoy the drive there and back. It’s a beautiful scenic route.”
    “Alright,” she answered, continuing with her stretches.
    Andrew excused himself and went to his office. He made a phone call to request the local limo service driver who worked on standby for him and his dad. When finished, he stayed in his office and answered some emails on his desktop. That question from Abby came from left field. It was a close call. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. And his body had practically frozen up back there. He couldn’t remember ever reacting this way to the thought of simply going for a drive. He suspected it had everything to do with the accident, and with Abby.
    Had her friends not been in the Jeep when he had dropped them all off in Reno a few days ago, he may have reacted that way too. But even that was different. It wasn’t the same as him and Abby getting into a car, sitting side by side, alone in the car, with him driving. The image alone was disconcerting. No, it was not disconcerting—it was downright terrifying.
    He could kick himself for not laying it on the line right there and then with Abby. It was the perfect opportunity to mention it. Maybe not perfect, but it beat springing his past on her out of the blue. When was there ever a right time to talk about something like this? He couldn’t imagine where he would start, and how his lips and brain would recall the bloodcurdling chain of events. He had to do it soon.
    Yes. Soon. That fleeting, non-committal and abstract time in the future. Soon was convenient. It could be pushed forward ad infinitum. But that was also the problem with soon. Soon easily becomes too late . That was something his mother would tell him every time he procrastinated with chores in favor of games, homework, or playtime. He should have told Abby everything before he said those three words on the plane. She deserved to know—he just had no idea how to tell her. He took a breath and continued typing. He resolved to do his best to tell her this weekend, before she went back to San Francisco. But not today. He wasn’t ready to face that yet.
     
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    ABBY noticed Andrew stiffen up when she asked about going to see John and Trina. To be precise, he didn’t react to the visit itself—he reacted to driving. His nervous reaction was as clear as day. His hand instantly slid along his scar, he averted his eyes, and his body shifted from one leg to the other, until they agreed to go later.
    Driving? What was it about driving that made him act so weird? She wondered if this reaction had anything to do with how he had sent the driver to pick her up each of the three times they had gone out in San Francisco.