Elsie Hawkins 5 - Manhunt by Janet Evanovich

Author:Janet Evanovich
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Hunting, Humorous, Contemporary, Alaska, Fiction, Romance, Air Pilots, Bachelors, Sports & Recreation, General, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780060598822
Publisher: HarperTorch
Published: 1989-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

Six

Alex was reluctant to leave the comfort of her big down quilt, looking at the geometric patterns of sunlight on her freshly varnished floor. But Bruno sat by the door, waiting for her to get up and let him out, so she pushed the hair out of her eyes and crawled to the ladder. She sucked in her breath when her bare feet hit the frigid floor and cold air swirled up her loose-fitting nightgown. She quickly pulled on the bottoms to the long Johns Casey had persuaded her to buy, and a pair of red woolen socks. Just for good measure, she laced up her brand new, heavy-duty hiking boots. Snapping shut a blue and red ski parka over her pink, mid-calf nightie, she flung the front door open and said, "Okay, Bruno, go do whatever it is Alaskan dogs do." She opened her eyes wide and gasped at the sight of Casey standing just inches from her, hand poised in midair, ready to knock on her door.

"Morning," Casey drawled.

"You scared the daylights out of me!"

Casey looked her over. "You're pretty scary too. You look like Mammy Yokum. Is this a new approach to birth control?"

"I'm freezing to death!"

"Honey, it's only the beginning of September. It's thirty-five degrees. That's balmy by Alaskan standards," he said, making no move to step inside.

Alex twitched her nose and sniffed the air. "I smell coffee."

A plastic laundry basket sat on the ground at Casey's feet. He pointed to it. "I brought you a thermos."

Alex noticed it was leaning against a stack of clothes that had been freshly washed and neatly folded. "You did my laundry?"

"Yeah. This is the first time I've ever had fun doing the laundry. I especially like the black lace panties with the little red bows."

"This is embarrassing."

"I'm on my way to work. Anything you'd like me to do for you, besides sending over a sign painter?"

"I'd like to have a phone installed at the store."

Casey nodded. "How about your driveway? You want to have it done before the first snow falls and the ground gets too hard to level."

"Try to get me a low price."

Casey played with the tag on her jacket zipper.

"Hey, those guys with the great butts don't come cheap. You get what you pay for."

Alex nodded her head in mute agreement. She clutched her jacket to her throat and wondered if there really was a God. And did He have a bizarre sense of humor? Was He getting a chuckle out of pitting her against Michael Casey? She took the laundry basket, mumbled "thank you," and hastily retreated back inside her cabin.

In the past two weeks Alex had seen only three customers, and they hadn't bought anything. She listened to rain drumming on the tin and tar paper roof and prowled the showroom like a caged animal. The store was now scrubbed and freshly painted. New overhead lighting had been installed and a coffeepot perked on a sideboard in an attempt to dispel the gloom pervading the coarse room.

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