I’m taken aback by his bluntness. “You look down on what I do,” I say.
“As I said, you can’t make a living at it.”
“I live comfortably,” I say. “It wasn’t easy, and freelancing didn’t add up to much in my case, but if you choose to work for the right agency or company, you can make six figures.”
“Don’t fill Julianna’s head with wild ideas,” Logan says. “There’s no way you’re making six figures a year.”
“Do you want to see my bank statements?” I retort. I don’t intend to show him, even if he does say yes.
His expression is grim, and his nostrils flare. “That isn’t necessary.”
“You don’t like me, Mr. Henderson.”
“What makes you think that? Was it you insulting the store, our remodeling, or throwing yourself on the floor for attention?”
I scoff at his suggestion. “I may have insinuated that the prices for your store are above average and distinguishing between the ski lodge and resort was confusing. But I did not throw myself on the floor for anyone’s attention, least of all yours.”
Logan stands.
“Dad, where are you going?” Jules asks as her voice hitches.
“Where I should have gone after getting your friend ice,” he sneers at me.
I open my mouth but quickly shut it. I’m not getting my interview tonight. That’s a given. The man is moody as hell and irritating. It doesn’t help that he’s easy on the eye, with dark hair and a beard. I swear his beard is longer than the hair he keeps trimmed on his head.
He’s hot, but he’s not my type.
Arrogant.
Brash.
A billionaire.
Yeah, I don’t chase men, least of all ones who despise me. And Mountain Grump hates my guts. He could totally be a mountain man, all reclusive and avoiding civilization. It would be more fitting than the man running a ski resort.
How the hell did he wind up here, owning Blue Sky Resort?
Maybe the story isn’t about the resort but the man behind it. Would that help put me over the edge for the vlog?
I let Mountain Grump charge away, and Jules looks distraught.
“I’m so sorry, Cali.”
“It’s fine,” I say, and hold up my hands. The girl needs no explanation. “But do you think you could do me a favor?”
Her eyes light up. “Anything.”
“I need to make some videos for the vlog. Can you help with that?” I ask. I’m unsure of the best places to film, and I’d love to get some behind-the-scenes shots. With Jules’ help, I may have access to some areas I wouldn’t ordinarily be able to go to.
“Of course, but we can’t tell my dad.”
I purse my lips and pretend to lock them.
We shouldn’t be keeping secrets from her father. It’s a bad start for gaining his trust and getting a one-on-one interview.
But I need Jules’ help even more, since I can’t put any weight on my ankle.
“That’s fine. I don’t think your dad likes me very much.”