Cabin Fever: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 2) by Bella Love-Wins Page B

restful sleep and turned to answer it.
    “Hello?”
    “Good morning.” It was an older man. “I’m not sure if I’m calling the right number. May I speak with Abigail Wittfield, if she’s there?”
    “Yes, this is the right number. I’ll get her for you. May I ask who’s calling?”
    “Of course. Tell her it’s her father.”
    “Sure. I’ll get her now.”
    “Hold on a minute. Are you the gentleman who took my Abby and her friends in from this crazy blizzard that came through?”
    “Yes, sir.” Andrew braced himself. It sounded like the protective father was making his presence felt. He knew the feeling—Joy was the apple of his father’s eye.
    “And can I ask your name?”
    He cleared his throat nervously. “I’m Andrew, sir. Andrew Carrington.”
    “Well, Mr. Carrington, I think I can speak for all those kids’ parents, definitely for Abby and Rob, when I say thank you from the bottom of our hearts for taking them all this time.”
    “It was no problem at all, sir. My pleasure to help.”
    “We sure are grateful. I’d like to take care of any costs you incurred while they were with you.”
    “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Wittfield. They were no trouble at all. It was the right thing to do, and I’m sure you would do the same under these circumstances.”
    “You’re right, son. I took in about twenty-five women in their forties and fifties in this house during this storm. Their bus stalled on Highway eighty down the road. Thankfully, they all left this morning and I get my house back.”
    “Well then, you know I can’t accept any payment from you, sir. It’s the neighborly way to be when these things happen.”
    “Are you sure, young man? Forgive me if I’m assuming your age. You sound pretty young.”
    Andrew acted like he didn’t hear the question about his age. “I’m positive, sir. I’ll get Abby now. Please hold on.”
    Andrew put the phone on mute and let out a long breath. He was certain Abby didn’t want her father to know she was sleeping with her Lake Tahoe host. Not yet, anyway. He reached over to wake her.
    “Abby?”
    She was sleeping so soundly, he was tempted to let her sleep and tell her father to call back. Her dad would probably find it strange, his daughter sleeping in so late. He decided against it. He shook her shoulder softly.
    “Abby. Wake up, hun.”
    She rolled toward him slowly. “Huh?”
    “The phone’s for you. It’s your dad.”
    She sat up quickly, and looked down at her naked body in a mild panic.
    He smiled. “It’s the phone, Abby. He won’t see you.”
    “Sorry. Yes I know. I woke up a little confused is all.”
    He handed the phone to her. “That’s the button to unmute it. I’ll give you some privacy so you can talk. I’ll be in my office.”
    She gave him a drowsy smile and took it. Andrew wrapped himself in his robe and left.
     
    ***
     
    ABBY unmuted the phone. “Hi Dad.”
    “Hi honey. How are you and the others?”
    “We’re fine, Dad.” She made a point of not mentioning John’s injury. He would be worried sick. She could tell him later.
    “How’s your ankle?”
    “It’s better now. Good as new. How are you and your houseguests?”
    “Oh they’re gone now. Our stretch of Highway eighty was cleared early this morning.”
    “That’s good to hear dad. Maybe they’ll get down this way soon.”
    “Probably. That’s why I called, honey.”
    “Oh?”
    “Abby, where did you say the car was?”
    “It’s in front of Broad Oaks Golf and Country Club, dad. Do you know where that is?”
    “Yes I think so. The insurance company will be able to find it.”
    “Do you think they’ll be towing it soon?”
    “Probably in two or three days.”
    “That’s not bad. I guess we need to empty out our things, right?”
    “Yes. See if you can do it before dark tomorrow, just in case they get down there sooner.”
    “Okay Dad.”
    “And the rental car has already been authorized for you.”
    “That’s—that’s great dad.