Cabin Heat: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 1) by Bella Love-Wins Page A

each sipped their wine. God I hope that didn’t sound too corny.
    “My friends will probably wish they had stayed indoors so they could enjoy the wine too,” she remarked, placing her napkin on the plate to let him know she was finished.
    “Oh, I don’t think so,” he answered, smiling. “They took three bottles with them outside.”
    “Ahh, then I don’t feel so guilty anymore,” she said and laughed.
    Andrew found her laughter to be soft, welcoming, and so sweet. He was hooked.
    “Would you like something for dessert?” he asked. Something like me holding you in my arms again?
    “I’d normally say yes to dessert, but I’m just too stuffed after the pasta. How about a rain check for tomorrow?”
    “No problem,” he answered. “So are you ready to head back to bed… I…I mean to the living room?” Shit. A Freudian slip of the worst kind.
    “The living room would be great,” she answered politely.
    Maybe too politely. Andrew hoped he didn’t just blow it with that asinine slip-up. He hurried around the table and held out his arm to help her stand. She was still smiling, so maybe there was hope. He realized almost immediately that there was more than just hope, and perhaps the liquid courage deserved some credit, too, because as Abby took his hand and stood up, she placed her other hand gently on his chest.
    “I’m sorry,” she started, looking up into his eyes. “I lost my balance for a moment there. It’s either the wine has me tipsy, or my ankle is still weak.”
    Before Andrew knew it, he had wrapped one arm around her waist and titled his head down, seeking out her lips for another kiss. He pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. Abby was more eager this time, to his pleasant surprise. She parted his lips with her tongue and explored his mouth with what he guessed was a hunger that had been ignited the night before. He felt her arms reach around his waist, and her hands rested on his back, pulling him closer to her as she leaned into his chest. They stood at the table, lost in the kiss and trapped in time. But it was not meant to continue.
     
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    ABBY noticed Andrew pull out of the kiss before she heard the front door open and voices shouting his name. He took a step back before answering whoever it was at the door, despite the clear urgency in their voices.
    “We’re in the dining room,” he called out.
    He started for the kitchen, the shortest path to the front hallway. Before he left the room, he looked back to her.
    “Maybe you should have a seat, Abby. I’ll go see what they want and then help you to the living room.”
    “Sure, no problem.”
    As he turned to leave, Trina and John had made their way into the dining room. They were completely clothed in winter coats and jeans, and still had snow-covered boots on.
    “There’s some kind of wolf or wild dog outside,” Trina said, panting heavily, probably from running.
    “It’s a coyote,” John corrected her. “But I think it has rabies. I’ve seen coyotes before, and this one ran toward us from the clearing as we were walking from the guest house.”
    “Rabies is possible for that kind of behavior,” Andrew agreed. “Let me get a rifle. If it’s still out there, I may need to kill it. I’ve seen some deep in the forest out back, but they never come this close to the cottage.”
    “I think you should hurry,” Trina said anxiously. “I’m worried about Rob, Barb, and Ruth. You think it can get inside the guesthouse?”
    “Just wait inside,” Andrew said firmly and walked through the kitchen. “I’ll take care of it.”
    Abby hobbled after John and Trina as they followed Andrew into the hallway. They looked on as he threw on his boots and parka, and hurried outside. He reached into a closed shelf at the top of the hallway closet and pulled out a rifle. They couldn’t see him outside—he slammed the large wooden front door as he rushed outside—but the three of them jumped when they