Wild_A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Lexi Whitlow

Author:Lexi Whitlow [Whitlow, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-25T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Camden

I had to do some serious horse trading to get this place.

Since I waited until the last minute to decide we were going to the RMBA gala, all the good lodges and chalets were booked solid. The best I could do on my own was a hotel in Bozeman; that’s no romantic destination. I want to show Grace something she’s never seen before. I’m willing to admit it—I want to impress her.

My uncle Bryant rented a five-bedroom condo at the lodge, reserving it more than three years in advance when he knew the gala was going to be held here. The lodge held a block of one and two-bedroom guest apartments for the RMBA. They sold out within a few weeks of the invitations to the event going out, nine months ago. Bryant offered to put up the Kicking Horse crew at his condo, which he’s using as an entertainment suite between events. I took him up on it for Jim, Tyler, and Amanda, but I asked him if there was any way he could pull some strings to get me and Grace somewhere a little more private.

After making a few phone calls, he managed to work a trade. Another member who had one of the guest apartments, agreed to give it to me in exchange for my spot in Bryant’s condo, plus a thousand dollars. I talked him down to six-fifty over the phone.

“You’re Camden Senior’s son through to the bone,” he said to me. “I’m still out fifteen grand for the weekend, and now I get to deal with the party crowd, and Bryant Campbell, laughing at all his own jokes. Son, you drive a hard bargain.”

Grace looks around the small apartment, with its big-window view of the mountains beyond. The place is nice, with glowing hardwoods, a big stone hearth, and a king-sized bed in the master bedroom, opening onto a private deck with a hot tub.

I can tell by her wide-eyed expression and her silence, she likes the place.

“I’m sorry it’s so small,” I say. “But it’s cozy, and we’ve got it all to ourselves for the whole weekend.”

She turns, looking at me as if I’ve uttered some outlandish tale.

“Cam, this isn’t small.” Her eyes roam up to the cathedral ceilings, then around into the granite-top, outfitted kitchen. “This is like somebody’s house. This is incredible.”

It seems small to me, but then again, I’m used to my rambling old house, and I wasn’t raised in city apartments, like Grace.

If she’d stay with me forever, I’d build her a log cabin nicer than this place, up on the ridge overlooking the Kicking Horse. That way we could fool around in the hot tub while I keep one eye on the horses turned out in the pastures below. The best of both worlds.

The little apartment is decorated with lots of snow-skiing themed imagery, from paintings on the wall, to a pair of antique wooden skis mounted over the mantle. It’s clear that most of the Lodge’s visitors come for the slopes and the speed, not for the riding trails or wildlife.

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