Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(42)

“What, you want to suddenly go adrenalin? Or start singing and dancing? Start screwing around? Being in all the papers? You want to come down from the mountain?” Logan laughed. “You love the mountain too much.”

Was that his problem? She’d been scathing about his ‘honor’ and his sense of duty to the mountain. But she had no idea what it meant to him. “And is that boring of me?”

“No. That’s just who you— Oh god. Temptress.”

Connor heard Logan’s sharply sucked in breath and figured his brother wasn’t talking to him. Oh. So that’s what Logan had meant about changing the time he called. “What’s she done?”

“She’s ah... never mind.”

Connor heard a feminine giggle in the background.

“Minnnnx.” Logan choked.

Min was Logan’s fiancée.

“You want to hang up and go after her?”

“Can’t. She’s cuffed my ankles.”

Connor closed his eyes, that wasn’t an image he really wanted in his head. “Never thought you’d let yourself get tied down.”

“Love it. Love her.” Logan suddenly laughed. “She’s wicked. And she’s—oh f*ck—”

“I’m happy for you. I’ll call back later.”

There was a muffled groan. “Might be a good idea…”

Connor ended the call and tossed his phone down, reluctantly laughing to himself.

His playboy brother had been such a risk-taker. Now Logan was more playful than ever but in such a different way. He was happy. After all the years of taking stupid risks, trying to win it all—purely to gain the approval of their distant father? All the years of being as wild as possible—because he’d realized that approval was impossible to gain and he didn’t care anymore. Now he cared—about Min. Min who had a playful streak of her own.

He stood and went to the window, looked out at the beautiful view. His whole life he’d felt soothed looking at the mountain. It made him feel free.

He’d show the complex to Savannah. She’d be forced to see that at least one of the things his father claimed was true, Summerhill was perfect.

And then he’d distract her some more. Keep her occupied, sated, until she’d forgotten her anger with him and accepted the fact there was no fault here. It was the perfect plan.

Under his watch Summerhill would always be safe.





Chapter Thirteen





She arrived early. Her face was pale. Her beautiful hair was swept up into a sleek high knot. Immediately he wanted to loosen it and mess it up. And bring some color back to her cheeks.

“I’ll show you around the buildings first.” He forced himself to behave. “We can finish with the office. You can pry into my paperwork all you like, if you really want to.”

“Sounds fine.” She sounded so damn prim, like she hadn’t been sucking him off so hard his eyes had practically rolled back into his head less than twelve hours ago.

He forced himself to regulate his breathing and not go cave-man. That wasn’t the way to win her over. He’d take it slow. Small, teasing, touches. Nearness. Make her want it so much she couldn’t control herself any more.

“You’ve seen the town, right? Know we own almost all the stores. The smaller hotel units. But the Lodge is the jewel.”

“And you don’t own St Clair’s.”

“No, that restaurant is privately owned. So are a couple of others.”

She nodded. “But your family designed the town layout?”

“Yes.” A purpose built town, his father and grandfather had gone for a picturesque Swiss alpine village look. Parts of the buildings had been refurbished since their original construction to embrace modern technology and the ever growing demands of guests. “It’s small, secure, beautiful.”

“In your humble opinion.”

“Not opinion. Fact.” He turned and walked, pleased as she fell into step beside him.

She had boots on with her jeans and a thick coat. And he couldn’t stop looking at her. Questions kept popping into his head—he wanted to know everything about her. But he kept up the hotel history patter. Tried to keep cool. “There are actually two lodges. The smaller one, which the family has always occupied, as well as select guests. And then there’s the bigger one. Along the road, there are the chalet options. All are fully serviced, of course.”

“Of course.”

He led her through the family lodge, watched her eyes widen as she took in the ‘Great Hall’ with its massive twin fireplaces, the twin staircases, the art on the walls. He ignored the repeated chimes of his phone and led her through a guest suite, and restrained himself when she reached out and touched the soft furnishings, her appreciation of them patently obvious.

But he’d hardly started. “Want to see the secret tunnel?”

She raised a single eyebrow. “You have a secret tunnel?”

“The guests love it.”

“So it’s a well kept secret then.”

The tunnel took them to the second lodge, the one with the library, the restaurant, the private film theater… and they were just for starters.

“It’s even more exclusive than I imagined,” she murmured as he showed her around.