he was about to spin around to leave, but he caught Sarah’s laughing features and took a moment to glare at her as well.
Knox didn’t understand why he was so angry with the petite lady. Except that he didn’t like the idea of this woman, this delicate, frail beauty, being hurt here in Alaska. She could get hurt. Winter was settling in. He’d seen too many people think that Alaska was the promise-land during the summer months, only to head out of town as soon as the first snow started to fall.
The doors to the bar blew opened and then closed again. Tommy, the local mechanic stepped in and pushed his rain hood off of his head. “Hey, anyone know who lost a VW Bug on the side of the road a few miles back?”
Andie stepped around the mountain masquerading as an angry bear and smiled. “That’s my car! Is it still okay?”
Tommy’s mouth fell open as he stared back. Silence.
Andie brightened her smile and stepped closer but the rude mountain-man tried immediately to pull her back to his side. Still nothing.
Did she have dirt on her face? She reached up, trying to smooth her hair and button her suit jacket.
Still silence.
The twenty-something man with a drooping, dripping raincoat and blond hair simply stared down at her.
Andie wasn’t sure what was going on so she moved closer, her hands twisting together. “Did someone steal it?”
Knox watched as the man floundered in the presence of such a beautiful woman. “Tommy!” Knox snapped, breaking the spell.
Tommy looked up at Knox, then back at Andie, his jaw opening and closing.
“Stole it?” he asked, almost as if those words were foreign to him. He cleared his throat and whipped the knit cap off of his head, messing up that blond hair and making him look like a sweet toddler. Moving back and forth on his feet, he hemmed and hawed for a moment. “Nah. Wasn’t stolen. But you got a flat tire.”
Andie refrained from rolling her eyes. “I know. That’s why I walked into town. I was hoping to get some help.”
Tommy’s sweet smile burst upon his scruffy face. “No worries, ma’am. I towed it into town. It’s out in the parking lot.”
Andie gasped with delight. “Really? You’re serious?” She even ran to the window and looked out, not believing that someone would tow her car simply because it was on the side of the road. In Boston, a tow truck had to be called. Then a person had to wait – sometimes up to a couple of hours for the tow truck to arrive.
Sure enough, her little red VW Bug was propped up on the tow truck. Even the huge, plastic eye lashes she’d attached to the headlights were still there! “Oh you’re my hero!” she said and rushed over to hug the poor guy.
Knox wanted to bash Tommy’s nose when she hugged him. But why he was so livid, he couldn’t really understand. “How soon can you change her tire? She needs to get out of town before the sun sets.”
Andie stepped back and rounded on the man with as angry of a glare as she could manufacture. “I’m not leaving!” Turning back to the mechanic, she smiled again. “Is there any way you could tow it to…” she pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through her messages, “a place called The Rotten Apple? I’m supposed to meet a man here by the name of Mr. ‘K’ Vinson. He’s going to give me keys to the house I’m renting.”
Knox heard the snicker behind him, but ignored Sarah. He was even able to ignore Tommy who let his mouth fall open again. “I’m Knox Vinson.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her again. Well, he scowled now. His glare, which terrified most of his competition and his company directors, was having no effect on this lady.
Andie spun around again. “You’re K. Vinson? But…wait.” She blinked and looked around. Something wasn’t making sense. “You’re the bartender.”
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