Mr. Fix-It: The Fly-Inn Series Book 2

By Rae Edwards

Mr. Fix-It book blurb.

Megan’s last relationship was an epic fail. It left her shattered, and unwilling to risk her heart again. Why was the sexy jogger she passed on her way to work each day taking over her every thought? Her triumph at driving past him without looking is short-lived when she has to pull over because of car trouble. Who’d have thought having a flat tire would be a good thing?

Wade had watched that same little car cruise past him each morning on his run to work but was never able to catch a clear glimpse of the driver. His curiosity is about to be assuaged when he turns the corner and spots the little yellow Cavalier pulled off to the side of the road. He feels an immediate attraction when she turns around wearing a Blue Jays jersey, and her feisty attitude only adds to his interest.

Wade loves fixing things. A regular Mr. Fix-It. But is Megan’s psyche beyond even his repair?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rae Edwards
• Release date: Aug 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463364147

Rae Edwards

Although Rae writes Contemporary Romance, she loves to read Paranormal Romance which is how she became acquainted with Author/Editor Jan Gordon and Author Nicky Charles. Their encouragement and Nicky's help gave Rae the push she needed to fine tune and share her work with you.Rae has a vivid imagination and gets pleasure from making up stories and jotting them down. She says once she has the characters in her head the story just seems to write itself. A lover of music, she often uses song titles in her books, she usually has at least one song running through her head to help set the mood of the story or scene. Rae admits her biggest problem is that she falls in love with her characters and finds it hard to end their story.Rae Edwards is Canadian and uses Canadian spelling in her stories.Rae works full time and at this point in her life writing is her favourite hobby. She also loves fishing with her husband, reading or just vegging out in her backyard.You can find Rae on facebook:https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRaeEdwards/https://www.facebook.com/rae.edwards.353http://raeedwards.allauthor.com/e-mail : [e-mail]

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Mr. Fix-It

Copyright © 2018 by Rae Edwards

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This book is a complete work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. The characters and storyline are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Please be advised this book is intended for mature readers. It contains mature content including language, and explicit sexual situations.

Edited by Nicky Charles

Line edits by Looking Glass Editing

Cover Design by Jazer Designs

Cover images used under license from Shutterstock.com

Dedication

There are some very special people I would like to dedicate this book to.

Nicky Charles, your support, encouragement and advice is so very much appreciated.

My Street Team: Melonie Holloway Jerrett, Lorna Farrell. Suzi Tyrrell, Kalia Conklin-Green, Carmen Reyes, Leila Teodoro, Patti Powers Klein, Carolyn Nunley, and last, but not least, my sister Laberta Macintosh. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help and support in promoting my books. You ladies are awesome.

To my loving husband, your patience is never ending, and your encouragement helps me see the light at the end of the tunnel. You are the love of my life. Thank you for supporting me, and helping me to follow my dream.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

About Rae Edwards

Sam’s Hideaway Chapter One

Chapter One

What the hell is wrong with me? Megan’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel of her bright yellow 2002 Chevy Cavalier. He’s becoming an obsession!

She didn’t have a clue who this man was, whether he was married, single, dating, hell, he could be gay for all she knew, yet she’d lie in bed at night fantasizing about him.

Every day on her way to work, no matter what the weather, he’d be jogging along the bike path, always wearing those short loose shorts the marathon runners wear. He was so predictable she could set her watch by him.

Her gaze drifted towards him as she glided to a stop at the intersection. His legs were long, lean, and muscular. He never seemed to wear socks. The Blue Jays cap he sported was pulled down low on his forehead, so she couldn’t even see the colour of his hair.

I wonder what his face looks like. The blare of a horn behind her jerked her back to the present. The red light had turned green. Before she had a chance to tear her eyes away from the runner, he turned, tipping his cap to her.

Damn it, I’m busted! Embarrassed, she popped her clutch, squealing her tires through the intersection. Blond, his hair is blond. Oh, for God’s sake, Megan, get your mind back on your driving! she scolded herself as she coasted to a stop at another red light.

"He’s handsome, sexy, athletic. You’re far from sexy, overweight, not to mention the fact the only athletics you like anymore is sitting on your ass watching the Blue Jays game on television."

She was the kind of woman men wanted for a friend, nothing more. At twenty-six years old, she’d had a few relationships. Each one had been short-lived in addition to disastrous. The last one ended three years ago leaving her an emotional mess. Now, here she was, daydreaming about a total stranger.

Shifting gears, she proceeded through the intersection then sighed. Anything but petite, at five-feet-five inches tall, she weighed two-hundred twenty pounds. Because of her fuller figure, she tended to wear her clothes baggy. She knew she was fat; she didn’t have to advertise the rolls beneath her outfits to prove it.

Turning into the employee parking area of Sprague’s, where she worked as a clerk, she found an empty spot to park.

A quick check in the mirror had her fluffing her bob of natural curls, loving the way the light reflected off the burgundy colouring. The feathery dusting of brown eye shadow made the green in her hazel eyes pop, lifting her spirits. Smiling, she set her hand brake before grabbing her purse and hustling into work.

Wade grinned as he continued running along the path. The bright yellow Cavalier passed by at the same time every morning. Today, he’d felt someone watching him. He chuckled to himself realizing how disconcerted she seemed as he tipped his cap to her. She’d taken off so fast, her tires squealed. What had she been thinking while she’d been studying him?

He found himself wondering about her appearance. He’d seen her pass by many times; unfortunately, he’d never been able to catch a good glimpse of her.

Since his divorce, he hadn’t had much to do with women. Julia, his ex-wife, the woman he’d given his heart to, vowed to honour, love, and cherish for the rest of his life, had cheated on him. Divorcing him to marry her lover.

He realized thirty-two wasn’t too old to find love again. On the other hand, the whole dating thing put him off. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t know if he wanted to go through it again. His hesitancy couldn’t even be blamed on the fact Julia had screwed him over because he was long over that.

If he did venture back down that road, he’d like to find someone who was genuine. A woman who wasn’t focused on appearances. Coloured contacts, silicone implants, he’d had enough of that fake surface beauty. It was what was inside that mattered to him.

A glance at his watch showed him he was right on schedule. Jogging to work had started out a necessity after Julia ended up with the car in the divorce. Now, it was a hobby.

Turning left at the corner, he headed north, down the hill towards the small service station where he’d been the mechanic for his brother, Bill, for six years. Pulling the door open, he entered the customer service area barely even winded.

Morning, Bill. What’ve you got for me today?

Bill looked up from the paperwork he was studying. The usual: a few oil changes, some tire replacements. I’m hoping to book a big job for next week. I have a rebuilt transmission in the works. He shuffled the papers in his hands. I’ve done the price and availability. We should know by Monday if we have the job.

He’d worked with his brother since they’d opened the station. They’d never be millionaires; however, they both made enough to live without financial hardship.

Tomorrow’s Friday, are you coming over for supper? Marsha and the kids would love to have you drop by. Bill followed Wade into the shop where his sibling grabbed his coveralls out of his locker after hanging up his Blue Jays cap.

Bill studied his younger brother. He didn’t look his thirty-two years. Wade’s pale blue eyes had none of the crow’s feet his own had. Wade’s face was youthful. Marsha used to tease him saying if she’d met Wade first, she would’ve been lost. Claiming his perfect teeth, straight, prominent nose, adorable dimples, combined with his low sexy voice, could capture any woman’s heart. He grinned to himself, not worried in the slightest. He was secure in the fact that his wife loved him.

Bill knew Wade had been a devoted husband. Julia filed for divorce saying she was in love with another man. Both he and Marsha had been shocked. Wade had been blindsided.

Not tomorrow, I have a date with my television.

Don’t tell me, baseball—

Hey! Every man has his vices. It could be worse, I could be hooked on─

Okay, okay. Bill held his hand up in front of him. I don’t want to know.

I’ll try to pop by to see Angie and Brian this weekend.

The ring of the bell above the door ended the exchange. Bill nodded before heading out to the front to wait on a customer.

Megan had pallets of stock to put away. There were new products to merchandise along with items on sale she was required to display and red tag. She couldn’t seem to focus on work.

It should be against the law for men to jog in shorts like that, she mumbled to no one in particular.

I beg your pardon? Dorothy, the floor manager, giggled.

Oh, nothing. I was just talking to myself. Megan hadn’t meant for anyone to hear her. Noticing Dorothy’s raised brow along with her crossed arms, she realized she needed to confess.

There’s this jogger. Let me rephrase that. There’s a man I see running every morning on my way to work. A vision of him keeps popping into my head.

Dorothy gave her a shrewd smile. Megan, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were smitten.

"I’m fortunate you do know me better. Dorothy was her floor manager. They’d become close friends over the years. However, despite that closeness, Megan wanted to drop the subject. I need to get this stock out."

Picking up a box of household gadgets, she turned towards the proper aisle. Giving her head a shake to remove images of a certain sexy runner, she buckled down to work.

Hours later, she stood up, stretched out her back, and checked the clock that hung above the front door. Five minutes to six.

God! She sighed to herself. This has been the longest day ever. Looking around her department, she gave a satisfied nod. Despite her lack of concentration, she’d managed to accomplish all her tasks. After gathering up the last of her garbage, she gave the floor a quick sweep, punched out, and went home.

It was an off day for the Jays, so she made herself a light supper, popping in one of her favourite movies, only to find herself shutting it off. She couldn’t keep her mind from drifting. Instead, she tidied up her kitchen. Next, she did a quick vacuum of the living room rug. After three trips to the laundry room, she had two loads of clean, folded clothes, and decided to call it an evening and prepared for bed.

That night her mystery man haunted her dreams. She got next to no sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Not his face, never his face.

Shutting her annoying alarm off the next morning, she groaned as she dragged herself out of bed. Standing in the shower, she turned the water to cold, trying to wake herself up for the day.

Things only proceeded to get worse. Her hair decided today was a good day to go frizzy.

In the mood I’m in, if I had a pair of scissors handy, I’d chop it all off. It’s not like I haven’t done it before, she grumbled to herself as she stepped into her jeans. Taking her Jays jersey out of the closet, she tugged it on as she headed to the kitchen.

Maybe I should take a different route to work, she muttered as she made some coffee. Thank God today’s Friday.

Filling her travel mug, she inhaled the aroma of the brew as she took a tentative sip, groaning with pleasure before clipping on her nametag. Grabbing her purse, she checked to make sure she had her keys, then headed out to her car.

Despite her earlier misgivings, she didn’t deviate from normalcy. The want to see the runner far outweighed her common sense not to. Yup, there he was just like clockwork. She cruised past him making sure to look the other way, pleased with her self-control.

That positivity was short-lived. Two blocks up the street she began having trouble steering. Signalling, she turned onto a side street so she could pull over safely. Getting out of her car, she surveyed the vehicle to see what was wrong.

A flat tire. She groaned. As she opened her trunk, tire pressure gauge in hand, she whispered a prayer. Please let there be air in the spare. Pressing the gauge to the valve, she cursed. Damn! Nope, the spare’s flat too. I should’ve listened to you, Dad.

A deep, sexy voice spoke up from close behind her as she was replacing the cap on the valve.

May I be of some assistance?

Megan jerked upright banging her head hard on the open hatch. Managing to withhold the word she wanted to release, she settled on, Fu— Ouch! She grimaced, rubbing the small lump that was already forming.

I didn’t mean to startle you.

She turned to find him standing there: her obsession, her dream man.

Her gaze lingered, taking in every feature she’d been fantasizing about. There was something very appealing about him. Standing there before her in those damned running shorts, he was drop dead gorgeous. Even wearing a sweaty t-shirt. Maybe it was the sexy stubble or the blue of his eyes—

Then again, it could be his classic nose perched perfectly above sensual lips that looked like they were made for kissing. Whatever the case, she knew guys like him didn’t go for girls like her. He was out of her league.

As she was registering everything to memory, he smiled.

Dimples! OMG, he has dimples! They transformed his whole face. Realizing she’d been gawking, she looked away, knowing by the heat she felt in her cheeks they’d turned a bright red.

Thanks for the offer. I’m afraid I’m S.O.L. She sighed. My spare’s flat too. He must think I’m a ditz. I’m going to have to call a tow truck. You don’t have a cellphone per chance? I don’t own one. I hate them.

His eyes widened as he took a step back in surprise.

That’s strange, I know. I realize they serve their purpose. I refuse to be one of those people that can’t seem to function without one. Have you ever noticed how many people walk down the sidewalk with the thing to their ear, or they’re so busy texting, they’re not watching where they’re going? Or frantic because they’ve misplaced it, panicking because they can’t find it?

She realized she was rambling. The man had asked if he could help her, not for a lecture on smartphones. Good heavens, could this get any worse? She inhaled a deep breath trying to form a sentence in her head that would keep her from sounding like an idiot.

But in an instance such as this I can see where one would be helpful. Cocking her head she batted her eyes. So, do you have one?

I do, but my brother has a garage just a few blocks from here. He glanced at her nametag. Megan, I could fix your tire then drop your car off at lunch.

Oh, I'm not taking lunch. Why on earth had she said that? He hadn’t asked her out to eat, just that he’d drop her vehicle off then. God, she’d gone brain dead. I can’t expect you to do that. I don’t even know you.

Holding his hand out to her, he grinned. Hi, I’m Wade, Wade Thomas.

She put her hand in his noticing it was callused and warm as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Megan, Megan Wilks.

You’re a Jays fan? He pointed to her jersey.

She found herself nodding like a bobblehead doll.

That’s why I’m not taking lunch today. I’m working straight through, so I can get off in time for the game. In her mind, she was palming herself in the forehead. What the hell was wrong with her? Why’d she tell him that? All of a sudden, she’d developed diarrhea of the mouth. I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night. My brain doesn’t seem to be firing on all cylinders.

Wade tried his best not to grin at seeing how flustered she was. Releasing the hold he had on her hand, it was his turn to check her out. He was intrigued.

The lack of excessive makeup was a pleasant surprise. She had hazel eyes, beautiful lips, along with a petite, turned-up nose. There was a tiny diamond stud in each ear. Her hair was a riot of curls, natural, except for the burgundy colour, which looked fantastic on her.

In a voice much calmer than what he was feeling, he asked, I was planning on catching the game tonight too. Would you consider watching it together? Yes, he appreciated what he saw. He liked it a lot.

She didn’t respond. Instead she shifted nervously in front of him.

I can pick you up at five with your car. We could order a pizza or something.

I-I don’t know. Watching her nibble on her lower lip with her pearly white teeth had him almost drooling.

Guessing she was waffling, he grinned at her, using his dimples for all they were worth. Please?

Um— okay, Megan conceded, giving him a shy nod. I’d enjoy that, though I don’t expect you to fix─

Nonsense, you work at Sprague’s? Wade pointed to her nametag.

She bobbed her head.

That’s three blocks from here. Do you need a ride?

No, I can walk─

I work at my brother’s station. It’s no problem at all. Do you have a pen and paper?

Moving to the passenger door, she reached into the glove box pulling out a notepad with a ballpoint pen tucked into it, then handed them to him.

He wrote down the name along with the number of the service station, then returned the items back to her. So, I’ll see you outside Sprague’s at five?

O-Okay, thanks, Wade. She still looked wary.

He tipped his cap to her, grinning. My pleasure, Megan.

Megan got her purse off the front seat. She placed her keys in his hand before hurrying on her way.

Wade hauled the spare out of the trunk, locked the car, then rolled the wheel down the sidewalk beside him to the service station.

Bill looked up as the bell rang.

You’re late, he grumbled.

I was helping a damsel in distress. Is there anything pressing?

Nah. Bill gave his head a quick shake.

I’m going to retrieve her car then. I just need to put some air in this spare. Within thirty minutes he was back at the station with the small compact.

Cute car. Bill met him as he stepped out of the Cavalier.

Yup.

So?

Wade looked at his brother, feigning ignorance.

What’s she like? Bill motioned with his hand that he wanted details.

I think she’s out of time. He loved yanking his brother’s chain. I’m going to give it a quick check.

I didn’t mean that lemon on wheels, and you know it.

She seems nice. Wade tried his best not to seem too interested. I need to fix her tire, and then if you don’t have anything else booked, I’m going to do a tune-up on it for her.

Bill shrugged. Nah, go ahead, it’s kinda dead today.

Wade started to work, intent on the project in front of him. First, he repaired the tire. After replacing it, he started on the engine. Once he changed the plugs along with a couple of worn belts, he finished adjusting the timing.

Whistling while he worked, he also checked the clutch, brakes, as well as all the fluids. Next, he washed then waxed the exterior, polishing it until it shone.

After stopping for a brief lunch, he decided to clean the interior. He caught the faint scent of her perfume as he shuffled through her CDs. It was nice, subtle, not overpowering. He wondered what the name of it was. Surprised with his train of thought, he gave his head a shake trying to clear it as he continued working.

By four-thirty, the car not only looked like a dream, it ran like one too. He grinned as he imagined the expression on Megan’s face once she got it back.

What the hell am I doing? he murmured. I just spent the whole day working on a stranger’s car for free, and I’m happy. He laughed at himself as he filled the car up with gas then went home to change before picking up Megan.

Megan had a date with the man of her dreams. Yes! There is a God. The happy thought pinged about in her brain while her practical side scolded her for her foolishness. After all, she’d handed her keys over to a total stranger.

She admitted as much while relating the incident to Dorothy during their coffee break.

What a stupid thing to do. She did a facepalm, giving her friend an uneasy look.

Quit berating yourself. Dorothy gave her a knowing smile. If you ask me, that flat tire couldn’t have happened at a better time. This young man interests you, doesn’t he?

Megan gave her a nonchalant shrug.

"Well, not only have you met him, he came to your rescue, and he’s fixing your tire. She winked as she sipped on her coffee. He could very well be your knight in shining armour. Chivalry isn’t dead, Megan."

Time will tell. Megan sighed. You know, I can’t even report the car stolen if he doesn’t bring it back. I handed him the damn keys.

For the rest of the day she did her best to keep busy so her mind wouldn’t dwell on the fact she’d put her trust in a total stranger. The last time she’d put her faith in a man, things had not worked out well at all.

Throughout the day, she’d second-guessed if he’d been telling the truth, wondering if he was going to steal her vehicle, but Dorothy had been right. She walked out the door at five to find him waiting as promised in her clean, shiny car. It was obvious he’d done far more than fix the flat. She felt horrible for all her earlier thoughts.

Wade was sitting in the passenger seat listening to music. He glanced up as she opened the driver’s door. Hi, how was the rest of your day? He flashed her his dimples.

Ducking, she dropped into her seat. Okay. The butterflies in her stomach had turned into a flock of seagulls. Thanks for washing my car. She started the Cavalier and did up her safety belt.

No problem, business was slow today. It gave me something to do. He shifted in his seat. Shall we go watch the game?

Uh, Wade, about that─

You’re not going to back out on me, are you? After a brief hesitation, he shrugged. It’s okay, I understand. I mean, you don’t know me. He gave her a somber look. I just hate watching the games alone. He did up his seatbelt. If you wouldn’t mind dropping me off at home, I’d appreciate it.

Megan exited the lot. All sorts of things were racing through her mind, not the least of which was how well her car was running. It wasn’t hesitating or trying to stall like usual. The brakes seemed to work better too. He’d even vacuumed the interior.

Wade, I don’t know what you did to my car, but it hasn’t run this well since the day I bought it. How much do I owe you?

Watch the ball game with me, was his decisive response. You can buy the pizza.

Glancing at him as she braked at a stoplight, she couldn’t stifle her laugh. It bubbled up from her, easing her tension.

Okay. She gave him a firm nod. Your place or mine?

His brows rose as his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in a surprised look.

She giggled at his expression. "You’ve done wonders to my vehicle, the least I can do is keep you company, watching something I enjoy. I’d planned on having takeout anyway.

"Where would you feel more comfortable?" His lips quirked up into a lopsided smile.

We’ll go to my place, she stated.

I’m glad you said that. He chuckled. My house is a mess.

Don’t get too excited, you haven’t seen my apartment yet. I never have company. I do clean. She gave a nervous grin. Sometimes.

I like that in a woman!

If he smiled at her with those dimples one more time, she might just have to jump him right here in the car.

So, tell me about yourself. The light turned green, and she continued towards home, intent on keeping her eyes focused on the road.

Wade leaned back in his seat turning his head towards her. Well, I’m thirty-two years old. I’ve been divorced for three years. I’m a mechanic. I work with my brother, Bill, at a small service station called, surprise, surprise, Bill’s Service. I have no children but love to dote on my niece and nephew. Angie’s seven, and Brian’s nine. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the door keeping time to the music. My sister-in-law’s name is Marsha. She and Bill have been married ten years.

He paused giving her a chance to digest the information he’d given her. Anything else you’d like to know?

Why? Even though her question was vague, he understood what she was asking him.

My wife’s name was Julia. One day, after five years of marriage, I came home to find her waiting for me at the door with her bags packed. She informed me she didn’t love me any more and left. He released a heavy sigh She moved to Edmonton afterward, remarrying once the divorce was final. That was the last I saw of her, and my car. I do have a vehicle now, but while I was without one, I discovered I enjoy running.

I’m sorry. Megan caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

It must be a habit of hers, but damn if it didn’t give him a jolt of pleasure. No need. Being dumped hurt at first. It didn’t take me long to realize that it was just my pride that’d been wounded. To be honest, I didn’t miss her. He frowned. That sounds dreadful. At the time we got married, I did love her. I’m not sure at what time all that changed. We just kind of drifted apart. He cleared his throat. What about you?

I’m twenty-six. I moved to Red Deer from a small city in Saskatchewan soon after graduating high school. I’ve been working at Sprague’s ever since.

He gave her a thoughtful look, quickly doing the math. How old were you? Eighteen?

Nineteen.

Why’d you move away from home so young?

Shrugging, she sighed. I had a very tenuous relationship with my mom. Nothing I ever did was good enough, so I moved away. She flexed her fingers on the steering wheel as she spoke. Things are better now that there’s eight hours between us. She chanced a quick glance at him. "I talk to her on the phone at least once a week. We never spoke while I lived at home, we argued. My poor dad was the mediator. Her eyes lit up at the mention of her father. He surprised me the year I turned ten by building me a bedroom along with my own bathroom in the basement."

He sounds like a good man. You must love him a lot.

I do. Moving away from Dad was tough. It was the right thing to do for all of us though. Megan parked in her assigned spot at the apartment complex. Well, we’re here. She led him into the building and up the stairs to the third floor.

He noticed her fingers were trembling as she tried to fit the key into the lock.

Wade put his hand over hers. Megan, I promise you, I don’t bite. If you want to give Marsha a call, she can vouch for me.

I’m sorry. She looked down at her toes. It’s just that I don’t have the greatest track record with guys. Someone like me… Let’s suffice it to say, I either attract the wrong type of man or I make ‘bad choices.’

He scowled. What do you mean ‘someone like you?’

Someone fat and─

If you say ugly, I may have to do something drastic, he warned her.

He could tell from her pained expression that once again she’d shared far more than she’d wanted to.

My pick of men so far truly sucks. She shrugged one shoulder trying to make light of her distress. Guys don’t want a woman like me. She waved at herself. They want a woman who’s slim, sexy, beautiful… I don’t fit the bill.

You know the trouble with most of the women you’ve just described? They have another characteristic you neglected to mention. They’re shallow.

Are you serious?

Very.

She opened the door. Stepping through it, she waited for him to follow.

Megan, are you sure you want me to stay? He could see she was as skittish as a newborn colt.

You turn on the game. I’ll order the pizza. Dropping her keys in her purse, she then tossed it on the counter. Is an extra large super supreme okay with you?

Perfect.

She followed him into the living room. Watching as she reached for the phone, he couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

What?

I understand your reasoning for not having a cell but, he laughed pointing at her landline; it looked like something his grandparents would’ve used, that thing is archaic. Does it even work?

Megan crossed her arms somewhat offended. Of course it works! I’ll have you know I love this phone. I suppose I really should invest in a cordless some day. She ran her fingers along the curve of the body up to the cradle. But if I do, I still won’t get rid of this one. I could use a second phone. This will look perfect in my bedroom.

The look on Wade’s face was priceless. It was obvious he realized he’d hurt her feelings. He seemed to be trying to find the words to apologize.

I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to insult something—

Placing a finger to her lips, she shushed him. Let me call in our pizza, after that I’ll explain. She placed the order then positioned the receiver back down on its cradle. Aren’t you going to turn on the game?

Not until I hear the story behind your little treasure. He motioned towards her telephone.

Her little treasure. She liked that.

It sounds a bit ridiculous… I’d gone ‘looking,’ she flashed quotation marks with her fingers in the air by her head, at Bed, Bath, and Beyond soon after I moved to Red Deer. I had no funds or intentions on buying anything. Out of the blue, I spotted this beauty on the shelf all by itself.

It reminded me of one of those phones used in old movies. She gave a soft smile. You know, with the rotary dial on the black pyramid-shaped base, complete with a brass cradle. But see? She pointed towards it. The numbers are push buttons.

Wade leaned in to take a closer look as she carried on with her story.

Even the weight of the receiver felt right in my hand. It didn’t feel cheap, if you know what I mean. She gave her head a slight shake. I didn’t need a phone. The ugly green one that was here at the time I moved in worked fine. However, I couldn’t pass it by. It struck a chord with me, seeming to shout out, ‘buy me!’

So, money I should’ve spent on food was used to purchase something I didn’t require. I didn’t have the heart or willpower to walk away from it.

Her gaze drifted from the object of discussion to Wade. To me, it’s perfect.

It seems rather sexy to hear you describe it like that. His lips curved into a soft smile. Can’t say I love it yet, but I have much more respect for it now.

Giggling, she pointed at the remote in his hand. Turn on the game.

One question? What happened to the ugly green one?

It gave me great pleasure to toss it in the trash. Now, are we going to watch the game or what?

Yes, Ma’am. He clicked the remote and the television came to life just in time for the first pitch.

Two hours later, Megan tossed her crumpled napkin on the coffee table beside her empty plate. I can’t believe they lost again! You know, now that they have a team that might be able to go somewhere, win some games, they’re fielding players who try to show off, missing routine plays even I could’ve made. She reached out pointing to the television. We need a different second baseman! She gave a soft growl. If I didn’t enjoy the game so much, I wouldn’t watch.

Wade looked at her, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

She could feel the heat rising as her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Gathering up her empty plate, she headed into the kitchen. And now I’ll get down off my soap box and try to extract my foot from my mouth.

Wade followed her, leaning against the counter as she put the dishes in the dishwasher. Megan, you’re like a breath of fresh air. There were those dimples again.

She was afraid to open her mouth in case she said something else to make her look stupid, so she didn’t respond. Still smiling, he stepped towards her.

I’d better leave. I don’t want to overstay my welcome on the first date. He clasped her shoulders in a gentle grip. May I see you again? Will you go to a movie with me?

You want to take me out on a date?

Wade nodded. "I’m not sure, but I think I heard Guardians of the Galaxy is playing."

I love those movies! I can’t wait to find out just who Starlord’s father is. I know Kurt Russell is playing the role. I mean… They said he was some sort of ancient being. His mother said he was an angel. A laugh bubbled out of her. Groot is so funny. I saw a trailer the other day; baby Groot looks to be a handful for Rocket.

Realizing she was babbling, she tilted her head down and shut up.

I take it that’s a yes? He gave a soft chuckle, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Determined to keep her mouth shut so as not to further embarrass herself, she gave him her imitation of a bobblehead again.

Then, I’ll see you tomorrow night at seven?

Okay.

Goodnight, Megan. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and turned towards the door.

Wade? Despite her nerves, she didn’t want the night to be over. She really liked him.

He stopped and gave her a quizzical look.

Thanks again for whatever you did to my car. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. Would you like a ride home? she asked, hoping to extend their evening.

That would be great, except I just live three blocks away.

Oh. Her shoulders dropped with disappointment.

You look exhausted. Why not stay home. I’ll see you tomorrow. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her head back as he slowly lowered his, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

She gave a gentle gasp, finding herself leaning towards him as he eased away.

He ran his thumb across her bottom lip in a light caress. Goodnight, Megan.

Goodnight, Wade.

Oh God! Not only had he kissed her, they had a date tomorrow.

She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Ouch! Yup, she was awake. Oh gosh. She closed the door then placed her hands on her cheeks. What am I going to wear? I’ll figure that out later. First I need to call Dorothy. She hurried towards the phone.

Wade took his time walking home, thinking about the evening he’d just spent with Megan. Her self-esteem seemed very low. Granted, even though she wasn’t a beauty queen, something about her intrigued him. She appeared to be on eggshells all night yet looked disappointed the minute he said he was leaving. He grinned.

Kicking at a stone with his foot, he pictured her face. Long lashes fanned her cheeks perfectly framing her hazel eyes. Her ears were perfect little shells she could tuck her short hair behind. A light band of freckles spanned the bridge of a cute nose. Her lips looked soft, full, begging to be kissed. The few times he’d managed to make her smile, it had transformed her face. She was enchanting.

Pausing at the corner, he let a car pass before he crossed the street. Her hair, he’d learned, was her biggest grievance. It was a natural riotous head of curls. She’d told him it had a mind of its own. Turning up the walk, he dug his keys out of his front pocket. She’d said today had been a bad hair day. He hadn’t noticed anything wrong with it. In fact, it looked so soft, he’d longed to run his fingers through it. Unable to stop himself, he’d done just that by brushing a few locks away from her face.

Realizing he was going to have to tread a careful path with Megan if he intended to see more of her, he’d only given her the briefest peck on the lips, not wanting to scare her off. With that one fleeting but exquisite taste, he knew without a doubt he wanted to get to know her better.

Unlocking the door, he entered his house, plopping down on his couch, his mind still on Megan. He didn’t like the fact she believed she could only attract the wrong type of men. She was so natural, for lack of a better word. Not pretending to be or look like someone she wasn’t.

He noticed when she was nervous she tended to blurt out unexpected things then roll her eyes at herself for doing it. He chuckled as he pictured her wanting to facepalm herself.

He was fond of how passionate she was about things she believed in, like the way she was rambling on about the Blue Jays. It pleased him to know he wasn’t the only one obsessed with baseball.

Sitting there in silence, contemplating tomorrow’s date, an idea came to him. Standing up, smiling from ear to ear, he reached for his phone. He knew just how to start her day off right.

Chapter Two

The next morning Megan woke up to someone buzzing her apartment. Damn, she’d been having the best dream, too. Climbing out of her toasty warm bed, she wrapped her robe around herself, stumbling to answer the buzzer. Hello?

A male voice spoke through her intercom. I have a delivery for Megan Wilks.

She frowned, pushing the button to let the deliveryman up. After tightening the belt on her housecoat, she opened the door, leaving the security chain in place.

Miss Wilks? The young man held up a bouquet of flowers.

Oh! In shock, she stared at the offering in a daze then gave her head a shake before removing the chain to accept them. I’m sorry. Yes, thank you. Just wait a second. Grabbing her purse, she tipped him.

Thank you. He smiled as he tucked the gratuity in his pocket. Have a nice day.

She locked the door, then searched the flowers for a card, reading it out loud once she found it. I enjoyed the game, pizza, and company. See you tonight. Wade.

A smile spread across her face. She read the message twice more before setting it aside to admire the bouquet. It was gorgeous.

Placing her nose to the flowers, she drew in a deep breath. They smelled wonderful, too! She leaned against the door, beaming, any early morning grumpiness having evaporated. Today was going to be a great day. She couldn’t wait to call Dorothy to tell her about the surprise Wade had sent. But first, she needed to find a vase.

That evening Megan answered the buzzer, letting Wade into the building. She was as giddy as a school girl. Taking a few deep breaths as she fanned her heated cheeks with her hands, she pasted what she hoped was a casual smile on her face.

She opened the door and watched with bated breath as his gaze swept over her from head to toe. The corner of his mouth curved upward in an appreciative grin.

You look fantastic. His compliment made her heartrate increase causing her cheeks to heat all over again.

Thank you. She gave him a shy smile. For the compliment as well as the bouquet. She motioned to the vase in the middle of the table. They’re beautiful! No one’s ever given me flowers before.

You’re more than welcome. Grinning, he held his arm out to her. Ready to go?

Nodding, she slipped her keys into her purse before slinging it over her shoulder.

Once at the theatre, Wade bought tickets for the movie. Would you like to share some popcorn?

With extra butter and a root beer? She batted her eyes at him as they headed towards the concession.

Laughing, he stepped up to the counter and placed their order. As they waited for the young girl to prepare it, he wrapped his arm around Megan giving her a hug.

The feel of his arm around her had her heart racing. She found herself relaxing into the casual embrace. Wade withdrew his arm to collect their order, and she missed the close contact at once.

Entering the darkened theatre, he led her about halfway up the aisle. Is this okay with you?

Perfect.

He sank down into one of the middle seats in the row. She settled down in her chair alongside him.

Wade passed her drink to her while holding the popcorn between them.

Megan didn’t even try to suppress her laughter. Some parts were hilarious. Baby Groot was not a disappointment.

Wade chuckled along with her.

Are you laughing at me or the movie? she whispered to him.

Both. He punctuated his answer by brushing his lips against her cheek.

She’d had to clear her throat before replying. Good answer.

Once the popcorn was gone, Wade moved the container out of the way so he could hold her hand.

She glanced down in surprise. It was a simple, casual gesture,