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tent,
nothing.
    He had to be joking, right?
    She wasn't an outdoorsy
person.
    Not in the least.
    “Ah, Caleb,” she
began nervously. “I've never climbed a tree before. I don't
think I can...” Sleep in one!
    How was she going to drape
herself around a branch and just snooze? She would probably fall and
break a leg, an arm or her neck.
    “There's a first time
for everything,” Caleb said calmly.
    Prisha rounded on him, but
the man was grinning insanely at her. “Welcome...to my castle
in the trees!”

CHAPTER
TEN

    Caleb led Prisha to the base
of a thick, sturdy tree trunk and pointed. “Look up. There it
is,” he beamed.
    She gasped when she saw a
spacious, ultra-modern tree house nestled in the branches between two
humongous trees. “You built that?” she breathed.
    “Yep. Ethan helped me.
It took us a whole year.”
    “It's amazing!
But...how do we get up there?”
    Caleb whipped out a small
remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. There was a
whirring sound and a ladder began to descend from the side of the
house.
    “It looks plain and
rustic, but it's equipped with all the necessary security and
communication devices and technology.”
    Prisha put her foot on the
ladder tentatively and shot him a questioning look. “Go on,”
he encouraged. “It's perfectly safe.” After a pause, he
added, “I'll catch you if you fall.”
    “I won't fall,”
she huffed.
    “Well, if you
do, I'm here.” It was meant to be a reassuring statement, but
all it earned him was a glare.
    She began to climb, and Caleb
followed closely behind her. He kept his eyes on her, but his hungry
bear kept directing his gaze to her ample, fleshy buttocks swinging
and swaying just above him.
    At the top of the ladder,
Prisha was staring in speechless wonder at the modern wood-and-glass
structure that had taken him ages to design and perfect.
    “This is no tree
house,” she spluttered. “This...is a penthouse!”
    Caleb laughed as he retracted
the ladder. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. “Come
on in.”
    Once they were in the house,
he swiftly flicked on all the lights and re-activated the security
alarms.
    The whole house was bathed in
a warm, buttery glow. Prisha murmured in amazement and appreciation
as she stepped carefully across the hall area, into the modern open
kitchen and towards the large bed that faced a floor-to-ceiling glass
wall. Waking up to a view of a stunning sunrise was one of the
pleasures he relished.
    “This is beautiful!”
Prisha exclaimed, pressing her palms to the glass and gazing out at
the peaceful, moonlit lake.
    “You...like it here?”
    “Yes! It's so
peaceful,” she sighed.
    Caleb smiled and went over to
the kitchen. “Let's get you something to eat.”
    “I'm not hungry...”
    “You still have to
eat.”
    She frowned, then came over
and took the pot firmly from him. “Leave this to me. I'm the
chef here,” she said, giving him a playful shove.
    Caleb tried to wrestle the
pot back. “You must be tired. Go take a rest and...”
    “No. I will cook for
you.”
    Caleb put up his hands. He
recognized that note of finality in her voice.
    “Okay, okay, but at
least let me help. I've got to make myself useful,” he
grumbled.
    “Useful?” Her
eyes widened and she put the pot down. “You saved me, Caleb,”
she said softly, coming up to him. “If not for you, I would be
lying face down in a puddle of my own blood and brain matter right
now. I wouldn't be standing here in your kitchen arguing with you.”
    Caleb stared into her dark,
fiery eyes. He saw her strength and will to survive, and her
determination to overcome all her fears. This little human was a
survivor, a fighter. Caleb held her shoulders, wanting to reassure
her and comfort her.
    “Prisha...”
    She shook her head and
pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. Pushing herself up on
her toes, she kissed him lightly on his stubbled jaw and said, “Shh.
Now tell me what you want to