Road Talk

By Cherime MacFarlane

He’s her muscle, nothing more.
Molly only takes chances while driving. Life burned her, and she isn’t ready to open herself up to new wounds. Louis, Lou for short, knows more about the woman than she likes. When she discovers Lou crewed with her dead husband, Molly wonders how much Davis Lee told his shipmate about her.
He’s supposed to be her muscle to facilitate an aircraft engine exchange. It’s a business trip into the wilds of Alaska that has them cooped up in a truck for days. Where will their road talk take them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cherime MacFarlane
• Release date: Dec 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311677990

Cherime MacFarlane

Meet Award-Winning, Best-Selling Author Cherime MacFarlane. A prolific multi-genre author, she has a broad range of interests that reflect her been there-done that life. Romance, Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, all sorts of characters and plots evolve from a vivid imagination. As a reporter for the Copper Valley Views, Cherime MacFarlane received a letter of commendation from the Copper River Native Association for fair and balanced reporting. She was part of the Amazon Best Selling in Anthologies and Holidays, and Fantasy Anthologies and Short Stories. The Other Side of Dusk was a finalist in the McGrath house award of 2017.

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Road Talk

By Cherime MacFarlane

Copyright 2014 Cherime MacFarlane

Copyright Notice:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is completely coincidental.

Author's Note: The girls really patched the tire with a tampon, kayak glue and duct tape.

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Artwork: C MacFarlane

Dedicated to: all lost loves, and those who loved them.

Chapter 1

I’m James and Angel’s aunt. Angel works for Chapman Aviation Salvage. James is the owner of the business now. Aunt used to be a relatively loose connection in Alaska years ago. Since so many families come up here and leave family and friends somewhere down in the Lower 48, sorry, contiguous United States, we often make another family up here.

I’ve known the boys for years. I was three grades ahead of them, James and Angel. James hung around with Angel during school. A graphic case of opposites attract.

Angel and James made a friend for life the day they helped me out. Some ill-tempered driver bombed through a puddle next to the sidewalk by the playground and splashed breakup slush all over me.

With the hem of his shirt, Angel cleaned off my face. James gave me his jacket, and they took me into the nurse’s office. James went home without his jacket that day. Angel spent the rest of the school day in a filthy shirt. He often wore ragged clothing to school, but Angel made a point of being clean, no matter what. I understood what that simple sacrifice meant to him.

I will cheerfully admit to helping James get Angel through school. Several book reports and other papers had Angel’s name on them but got produced as a joint effort between James and me.

Capable of doing the work, Angel often had to work after school. If Angel didn’t work, he wouldn’t eat. Angel talked Luther into a job in his junkyard. He went there immediately after school and removed parts from cars.

Luther would have given Angel time off to get his schoolwork done. Angel was the problem. He didn’t want to be ‘beholden’ to anyone. James and I were different. Since we were family, we could bail one another out.

After graduation, Angel went to work for James and his father at Chapman. It was good for both my ‘nephews’. The old man had slowed down some, but refused to admit it. James needed someone he could trust to keep on top of things when his father had him flying all over the state, gathering up parts. After James and Dorcas got married, the old man retired. Angel became even more important to Chapman.

The three-year age difference meant I met someone and got married way before my boys. My love, a transplant from Oregon, worked in the fishing fleet. We met in a bar when he was busy tying one on after having completed a lucrative season.

After all the hype on the television about how dangerous fishing is, you