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

Carrington’s department stores in the city. He had promised staff for weeks now that he would check things out in person. The team had discussed merging their online and in-store branding strategy. Andrew had suggested it to the board of directors via his father, and the idea had been well received. They were agreeable to running a few pilot programs, and looking at the San Francisco stores, they could be great candidates.
    Time flew by, and soon it was evening. He was looking forward to getting back to the refuge of the cottage. The phone rang as Andrew was almost ready to leave for the airport. At first, he wondered if it might be Abby. He looked at the phone. It was Rob. He was probably calling about his resume, or to do drinks again. Rob was a decent guy, and everything, but Andrew just did not have the heart to hang out with him tonight. It would probably remind him of Abby all over again. He let it go through to voicemail the first time, but when it rang again, he answered it.
    “Hello?” He answered.
    “Hey Andrew. It’s Rob. How’s it going?”
    “I’m fine, Rob. How can I help you?”
    “I’m just calling to see if you spoke to Abby recently.” Rob didn’t waste any time getting to the point.
    “I have. She’s well, I believe. You should call her yourself.”
    “I will. Look man, I won’t take up too much of your time. I just want to tell you I hope you two can work it out. I don’t know all the details, but my sister probably put her nose where it didn’t belong, and sent Abby a bunch of articles about your accident in New York. Becky was out of line, and I apologize if she did any damage. She sent them to me too, but I never noticed them until now. I want you to know, I don’t care about anything they say.”
    “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Andrew answered. “I’m over it.”
    “I’ve seen enough in the media to know they will spin anything and everything to try and make someone look bad. I’m not buying any of it. I’m smart enough to make up my own mind about the type of person you are. And I know Abby. She is way smarter than me. She’ll muddle through the bullshit, so you shouldn’t worry. You’re a standup guy, Andrew. And none of us will ever forget that about you. It’s pretty much all I wanted to say. If you’re in town again, I hope we can have dinner with the ladies…or hang out or something.”
    “Thank you for saying that, Rob. That means a lot. Sure, let’s get together whenever I’m back in town. My car is waiting for me downstairs, Rob. Thanks again for the kind words. Talk to you later.”
    “Later, man.”
    Andrew hung up. So it was Rob’s sister who had sent the articles to Abby? God, how could I have been so wrong? All this time he thought Abby had looked up the information herself. It was probably still too late, bur he felt he should apologize. He would do it when he got back to the cottage. He would send her a text, or phone her. He had upset her enough in person. At least this way, there would be no hard feelings.
    He got up and started to leave, and the phone rang again. Andrew almost didn’t answer it, thinking it was Rob again, until he noticed it was from his father.
    “Hi Dad,” he answered.
    “How are you doing, son?”
    “I’m alright.”
    “Where are you? I just stopped at the cottage to check in on you, but I see you’re not here.”
    “I’m in San Francisco, Dad. I was helping Dr. Sansbury out a bit. Covering a few guest lectures for one of his professors on sabbatical.”
    “Sounds great. I always thought Frank would be the one to get you out of Lake Tahoe, but even I was wrong.”
    “What you mean, Dad?”
    “Son, you’ve met someone, haven’t you?”
    “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “Someone by the name of Abby?”
    Andrew froze. “How do you know about her?”
    “I’m sitting in the library right now. I’m looking at a note she must have written to you. I’m sorry for reading it, but it was laid out on the desk I