Cabin Heat: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 1) by Bella Love-Wins Page B
Authors: Bella Love-Wins
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heard the loud bang of the rifle going off.
“Help me to the living room, guys,” Abby quickly instructed them. “We can see more from there.”
John and Trina came to each side of Abby and practically carried her to the living room in their mad dash to get to the windows.
There was nothing to see at the window, however, except for Andrew walking into the guest house.
“I wonder if he got the coyote.” Trina looked up at John.
“Hard to tell from here,” John answered.
“Well, he shot the rifle,” Trina pointed out.
“Let’s just wait.” John walked toward the hallway to the kitchen. “I’ll go take care of the dishes in the dining room. You guys call me when Andrew gets back inside.”
“John’s right,” Abby said to Trina after he left. “We’ll find out soon enough. And all the more reason to be grateful we’re safe and warm in here.”
“So true,” Trina answered, turning to Abby.
A smile slowly emerged on Trina’s face. “By the way, I see some clear evidence of brand new kiss-blush on your face. Were you and Andrew just…?”
“Okay, enough of that already,” Abby said softly, blushing even more.
She looked toward the hallway to see if John might return, and then looked back at Trina.
“I don’t really know what’s happening. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“I do.” She squeezed Abby’s hand gently. “Not to worry. I won’t give you any grief over it.”
“Thanks, Trina. I guess it’s good to have someone like you to talk to if I need to.”
“I’ll be here.” Trina chuckled as she pointed to the window. “Not going anywhere in that blizzard mess. Though I may be liable to quietly point out when I see you all blushed from kissing again.”
“I’ll take that.” Abby noticed Andrew and the rest of her group walking across the clearing from the guesthouse. Andrew was at the front, with his rifle ready. He was so tall, he towered above the rest of them. And even through the window, she saw he had a commanding presence.
Trina helped her to sit in the armchair near the fireplace again, knowing they would all gather in that room. She shouted out to John so he would be there for Andrew’s recount of what happened outside.
“So what was it?” Trina asked quickly as the front door opened.
“Coyote,” Andrew answered, placing the rifle back in the closed drawer and kicking off his boots.
“Did you shoot it?” Abby asked.
“No,” Andrew answered. “I just fired a warning shot in the air. It ran to the wooded area out back.”
“That’s a relief,” John said aloud as he walked in. “I guess we should forget about using the guesthouse for the time being.”
“Probably a good idea,” Andrew answered. “The storm will eventually be over and you’ll be able to head back to your lives. But for now, let’s keep the entertainment indoors.”
Abby noticed him shift from one foot to the other after he made the statement. She wasn’t sure if he was nervous or anxious.
“Well, that’s a bummer,” Barb said. “We were just starting to have fun with Rob, weren’t we, Ruth?”
“Speak for yourself, Barb,” Ruth said, rolling her eyes.
Rob ignored them both.
“What about the firewood we were going to bring inside?” Rob asked. He was shivering as he had only his boxers on under his winter jacket.
“You and John can help me do that first thing in the morning,” Andrew answered. He looked at the pile left in the storage area beside the fireplace. “We’ve got enough to make it through tonight.”
“Sure thing,” Rob nodded. “You know, I noticed some tall yellow markers around the clearing outside. I was curious about what it was because I notice there’s a lot less snow built up on it.”
“It’s a heliport,” he said as nonchalantly as if he had said it were a garage. “My dad uses it when he visits.”
“Oh, that’s pretty cool,” Rob exclaimed.
“What good is a heliport if you can’t use it to get us out of this place,”
“Help me to the living room, guys,” Abby quickly instructed them. “We can see more from there.”
John and Trina came to each side of Abby and practically carried her to the living room in their mad dash to get to the windows.
There was nothing to see at the window, however, except for Andrew walking into the guest house.
“I wonder if he got the coyote.” Trina looked up at John.
“Hard to tell from here,” John answered.
“Well, he shot the rifle,” Trina pointed out.
“Let’s just wait.” John walked toward the hallway to the kitchen. “I’ll go take care of the dishes in the dining room. You guys call me when Andrew gets back inside.”
“John’s right,” Abby said to Trina after he left. “We’ll find out soon enough. And all the more reason to be grateful we’re safe and warm in here.”
“So true,” Trina answered, turning to Abby.
A smile slowly emerged on Trina’s face. “By the way, I see some clear evidence of brand new kiss-blush on your face. Were you and Andrew just…?”
“Okay, enough of that already,” Abby said softly, blushing even more.
She looked toward the hallway to see if John might return, and then looked back at Trina.
“I don’t really know what’s happening. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“I do.” She squeezed Abby’s hand gently. “Not to worry. I won’t give you any grief over it.”
“Thanks, Trina. I guess it’s good to have someone like you to talk to if I need to.”
“I’ll be here.” Trina chuckled as she pointed to the window. “Not going anywhere in that blizzard mess. Though I may be liable to quietly point out when I see you all blushed from kissing again.”
“I’ll take that.” Abby noticed Andrew and the rest of her group walking across the clearing from the guesthouse. Andrew was at the front, with his rifle ready. He was so tall, he towered above the rest of them. And even through the window, she saw he had a commanding presence.
Trina helped her to sit in the armchair near the fireplace again, knowing they would all gather in that room. She shouted out to John so he would be there for Andrew’s recount of what happened outside.
“So what was it?” Trina asked quickly as the front door opened.
“Coyote,” Andrew answered, placing the rifle back in the closed drawer and kicking off his boots.
“Did you shoot it?” Abby asked.
“No,” Andrew answered. “I just fired a warning shot in the air. It ran to the wooded area out back.”
“That’s a relief,” John said aloud as he walked in. “I guess we should forget about using the guesthouse for the time being.”
“Probably a good idea,” Andrew answered. “The storm will eventually be over and you’ll be able to head back to your lives. But for now, let’s keep the entertainment indoors.”
Abby noticed him shift from one foot to the other after he made the statement. She wasn’t sure if he was nervous or anxious.
“Well, that’s a bummer,” Barb said. “We were just starting to have fun with Rob, weren’t we, Ruth?”
“Speak for yourself, Barb,” Ruth said, rolling her eyes.
Rob ignored them both.
“What about the firewood we were going to bring inside?” Rob asked. He was shivering as he had only his boxers on under his winter jacket.
“You and John can help me do that first thing in the morning,” Andrew answered. He looked at the pile left in the storage area beside the fireplace. “We’ve got enough to make it through tonight.”
“Sure thing,” Rob nodded. “You know, I noticed some tall yellow markers around the clearing outside. I was curious about what it was because I notice there’s a lot less snow built up on it.”
“It’s a heliport,” he said as nonchalantly as if he had said it were a garage. “My dad uses it when he visits.”
“Oh, that’s pretty cool,” Rob exclaimed.
“What good is a heliport if you can’t use it to get us out of this place,”
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