Free Cabin Fire: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 4) by Bella Love-Wins

heart stopped. He didn’t have to look around to know who it was. He knew her touch. It was Abby. He stopped in its tracks, barely able to turn and face her.
    “Abby.”
    “Hi Andrew…” She stared up at him for a moment, and seemed nervous. “I saw you as I was leaving my seminar. I’m sorry if I caught you off guard. This is probably not a good place to talk.”
    Andrew wasn’t sure what to say. She looked so beautiful. And so sad. He had caused that sadness. He could barely grasp how much he had missed her. Now that she was right in front of him, every part of him wanted to pull her in close and hold her again. He stopped himself. He couldn’t go down that road again.
    “Yeah. That was my last lecture this semester. I’m heading back home tomorrow… I…I’m not sure what to tell you, Abby.”
    “Can we talk?”
    “Sure. My driver is waiting outside.”
    He opened the door and let her through, then followed her outside. The limo was close to the door, and his driver stood waiting with the door open for them. He motioned for her to go in first, and jumped in after, telling the driver to wait so he could speak with her privately.
    “What’s this about, Abby?”

Chapter Thirteen
    ABBY took a deep breath after sitting in the back of Andrew’s limousine. She collected herself for the briefest moment before jumping in. “When I saw you…all the questions came up again. Are you ready to talk about it?”
    “There’s nothing to talk about,” he answered.
    Through a cringe, she asked, “Why didn’t you answer my text messages?”
    “There was no point.”
    Abby was already shaking. She noticed Andrew. He was stone-faced. He was so different. “No point? How could you show up at my door in the middle of the night with bunches and bunches of flowers, sit in my living room and drink wine with me, and then bolt from my apartment, rush through my front door, and totally ignore me for three weeks? Is that normal for you?”
    “Abby, I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
    “I want you to talk to me,” she told him, dead serious. “I still don’t know what I’ve done to upset you. You came over to tell me everything, and before I knew it, you got up and left, and had said nothing. What was it that I said? I just want to understand.”
    “I think you understand plenty already,” he said tersely, still as can be.
    “See? That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t know anything. You have not told me anything, Andrew.”
    He shifted in his seat and turned away. “Was the point of telling you, when you went and found out yourself anyway?”
    “What do you mean by that?”
    “Don’t worry about it anymore, Abby. What’s done is done.”
    “Is it about the articles? Because I haven’t—”
    “It’s in the past,” he said, cutting her off abruptly.
    She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off again.
    “Like you and me. I’m over it.”
    She sat quietly, letting it resonate for a minute. He looked away in silence.
    “This can’t be happening. You’re not even listening to me.” She took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Please Andrew, don’t do this to me. Did you care about me at all?”
    “What happened was for the best.”
    Her eyes widened. How could he be so cold? This was not the same Andrew she had fallen in love with.
    “How can you say that, Andrew?” She could hear her voice shake and crack, but was past the point of caring about how she sounded.
    “Because I was wrong. None of it should have happened. It’s not meant to be.”
    “Is there someone else?”
    “Of course not. How could you ask me something like that?”
    “You know, I wish you would just tell me. I wish you would just answer my questions. But you put up this wall between us, and I don’t understand why. I thought we felt the same way…about each other.”
    “It’s my fault, and I’m sorry.”
    “What is your fault? I just want to know.”
    “You know what I’m talking about. This is not