Page 128 of Cautious Love

I snort and shake my head reaching for my door.

“You better not open that door,” he commands.

I take my hand off the lever and hold it up, looking at Ledger in a ‘see I’m listening’, gesture.

“Good girl,” he grunts.

I bite my lip to contain the heated thoughts as he rounds the truck to open the door for me.

“I cannot believe you’re cousins with Dallas King. I love his music.”

“He’s just my cousin,” Ledger mutters.

“Does he know our own Grace Goodwin?” I ask him.

“I don’t know you’ll have to ask June,” he says leading me to the front door with his hand at the small of my back.

“Wait, I know we all went to school together, but I figured she wasn’t really around here much now that she’s a country star.”

Ledger shakes his head. “I saw her a few weeks ago at family dinner.”

“I’m not trying to be a fan girl or anything, but whoa.”

He reaches around me and types in the code on the front door before pushing it open, allowing me to go first.

“I’m sure she’ll be around in another couple weeks, you could meet her then,” Ledger says nonchalantly.

I nearly melt on the spot. Ledger is handsome and all, but his cousin… Dallas is …that man. I puff out a breath and pull my brain out of lala land.

“What do you think?” Ledger asks and I finally look around.

The entry to the cabin has a bench with hooks for hats, coats, and a tray for boots. In front of me is a staircase to the second floor. Across from the bench is the massive living room with a giant sectional in front of the fireplace. The large wall ofwindows sits to the right and a small sitting area with two chairs and a table between them face the windows.

A large TV sits above the fireplace and from there it leads into a sprawling kitchen with an island twice the size of Ledger’s kitchen.

This kitchen looks like it was pulled directly out of some fancy magazine and placed here. The cabinets are a light wood color, probably hickory, and the backsplash is a thin white tile that isn’t perfectly straight all around it has an organic touch to it making it feel natural yet has a modern flare to it. The appliances are stainless steel and the fridge is massive with a little wine fridge to the side.

“It’s amazing, do you come here often?” I ask him.

“Nah, Dallas has it rented out most of the year, unless he’s here, of course, and this is usually the only time it’s not booked because we’re in between seasons,” he says.

I look around still in awe of the cozy space.

“Would you like a beer or a glass of wine or whiskey?” he asks.

I spin around and he’s standing next to the fridge. “Does it come with beer, wine, and whiskey when you rent it?” I ask him.

He chuckles. “No, I went and got some and brought everything up here.”

“When did you do that?” I ask him because I don’t know how he had time to do all of this.

“After I dropped you off at home,” he says and winks.

“Beer please,” I say, a little breathless.

He pops the top and hands it over to me and pulls food out of the fridge.

“I’m going to make dinner, and then I thought we could sit by the fire pit.”