Bluebells on the Hill by Barbara McMahon

Author:Barbara McMahon [McMahon, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Contemporary
ISBN: 9780373027774
Google: Nak-csHXIzAC
Amazon: B005I0IKKY
Goodreads: 1767309
Publisher: Harlequin Books
Published: 1986-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

AMANDA was tired, but feeling the stirrings of excitement as the bus drew near Timber. Her trip had been short and hectic, not the least of which had been this final leg. Up early yesterday, to fly from Nashville to Los Angeles. Making arrangements to have some furniture shipped from L.A. to her cabin had kept her busy in the afternoon. Then, up early again this morning to catch the flight to San Francisco in time to connect with the bus. What with the time zone differences, irregular meals and heavy schedule in Nashville, she was worn out. She hoped John-Michael would remember to pick her up.

She was still attired as she had been for the last week; hair freshly washed, wavy and soft in the bright sun, make-up tastefully applied, highlighting her natural beauty. Her dark blue brushed denim trouser suit was not suitable for summer travelling in California's hot central valley, but had been welcome for San Francisco's cool, foggy climate, and would not be too heavy for the cooler mountain air. Fortunately, the bus was air-conditioned.

Familiar landmarks sparked recognition. She recalled this stretch of highway. Soon they'd round a bend, see the river and traverse the bridge. Next stop, Timber!

As they pulled into the petrol station depot, Amanda saw the grey truck parked near the building. Gathering her few things from her seat, she glimpsed John-Michael standing against the truck, waiting. He had remembered! Thank goodness. Almost home how.

When she stepped from the vehicle, her heart caught in her throat. Mac MacKensie was the person leaning back against the bonnet of the battered old truck, hat low on his face, arms crossed. Waiting.

She swallowed hard, her heart tripping at the sight of him.

Summoning up a smile, she walked over.

`Hi.'

'Have a good trip?' He took in her appearance, his eyes wandering slowly from her hair to her fancy boots.

`Yes, thanks.'

He glanced at her face. `Come into an inheritance?'

`No. Is, uh, did John-Michael come?'

'Nope. I will give you a lift home.'

`Thank you. I have a few more cases this time.'

He shrugged and moved to open the door. `Climb in and I'll get them. You're the only one off the bus, I take it all the baggage will be yours.'

Glancing back, Amanda realised the driver was already unloading her things from the luggage area. Everything looked familiar.

Ìt looks like it. I'll help.'

Ì can manage. Just get in.'

`Yes, sir!' She gave a mock salute, stopping Mac in his tracks as he turned towards the bus. When he glared at her, Amanda giggled, gave a saucy wink and promptly climbed into the cab.

She watched as Mac gathered her things and loaded them in the truck. Her eyes feasted on him. She had almost forgotten how tall he was, how broad his shoulders were. His hat, pulled low on his forehead, hid most of the bronzed hair, though she could see it gleaming in the sun when his back was to her.

He was certainly an attractive man, in spite of the stern look perpetually on his face.

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