Shelves: 5-stars , m-f , adult-lit This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. As a matter of fact, he moved into an apartment in a neighborhood where he knew no one so he could live in peace. However, that was brought to a premature end when he stops to help his neighbor, the beautiful Elissa Towers, change her tire. In repayment of that and his buying her a brand new tire , Elissa bakes Walker and pie and agrees to let him have some of the dinner she makes each night.
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Buchanan Family, Book No. Now the two are struggling to keep their relationship "just friends," but with every kiss, their rules fly out the window… 4. This second Buchanan book will make readers hungry for the next chapter of this twisty family drama. Unfortunately for Elissa Towers, this was one of those times.
Birthday parties are very important for the five-year-old set. She had been lamenting the extra ten pounds she carried for at least three years. One would think they would come in handy now, say for leverage. But one would be wrong. Not even a whisper of budging. She dropped the lug wrench onto the damp driveway and swore.
This was completely her fault. She always asked him to tighten by hand, so she could take off the flat herself. She felt the wet seeping through her jeans and panties. She glanced at the man now standing next to her. He was a few years older than she, tanned, good looking and at a casual glance, physically perfect. Not exactly someone who tended to rent an apartment in her slightly shabby neighborhood.
She scrambled to her feet and brushed off her butt, groaning as she felt the wet spot. Also that he had recently left the military, kept to himself and apparently had no job.
I live upstairs. Oh, yeah. Good times. She pointed. That was good. Neighbors of serial killers always said the guy was so nice. Besides, you offered. The other three followed just as fast. His mouth tightened in disapproval. Definitely not nice, she thought. The tire place I go to is less than a mile from here. I walk there, Randy patches it for me and I walk back. Good exercise, even. So thank you for your help and have a nice day. He stepped between her and it.
As he narrowed his gaze and glared at her, she had the feeling he was trying to intimidate her. She was tough. She was determined. She was She turned to her daughter standing at the entrance to their apartment. But let me help. Elissa glanced back at Walker, only to find that stealth guy had used her moment of inattention to pick up her tire and walk toward his very expensive, very out-of- place-for-this-neighborhood SUV.
Where do you usually go? That should stop him. He turned to her. Of course not. Where do you want me to take the tire? I need to get a pair of earrings. Instead Walker shrugged. Randy himself, Walker would guess as he opened the car door. When he saw the tire in question, he groaned. I swear, she finds every loose nail hanging around on the road.
Always in this tire, too. Hey, times are tight with everyone, right? Got my earrings? Randy looked inside and whistled. Janice is gonna love them. That had been his plan. Now, faced with a crappy tire that was likely to blow the second she hit sixty on the freeway, he found himself unable to walk away again.
Randy raised his bushy eyebrows. Best case scenario, he would replace both rear tires. But he only had the one wheel with him. The older man puffed out his chest. He owed this guy nothing in the way of explanations. Still, he found himself saying, "I live upstairs. He cared about Elissa. Randy picked up the flat and carried it toward the garage. Ford said calmly as she sipped coffee. Is it a guy thing? Do all men think women are stupid about tires? Is it specific? She loved the old woman but jeez, Mrs.
Ford would think grass growing was romantic. He made decisions without speaking to me. Ford shook her head. Walker is a very nice man. An ex-marine. He saw you were in need and helped out. The "being in need" part. Men like to do things for women. Ford was nearly ninety, tiny and the kind of woman who still used lace-edged handkerchiefs. The fact that living like that drove many women to alcohol or madness was just an unhappy by-product and not anything to be discussed in polite society.
Her checking account balance hovered right around zero, but she got paid in two days, so that was something. Ford offered. She frowned. She rolled out the second crust. Flats of blueberries had been ridiculously cheap at the Yakima Fruit Stand. She had just enough time to make three pie crusts before she had to be back to pick up her daughter.
Ford smiled. It keeps me grounded. Ford shook her head as she finished her coffee. She set down the mug, then slowly pushed to her feet. Ford walked to the door that connected their two apartments, then paused.
I have it in my purse. Ford stepped into her own kitchen and closed the door behind her. Ford might be elderly and old-fashioned, but she was sharp and caring and adored Zoe. The three of them had quickly become friends, with Elissa and Mrs. Ford working out a system that benefited them both. Ford got Zoe ready for preschool in the morning and fed her breakfast. Not that Mrs. Ford was home all that much.
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