Sleigh Bell Sweethearts. Teri Wilson

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СКАЧАТЬ didn’t look at all familiar. First the reindeer, and now a dangerous-looking biker. What else had Gus been hiding up here?

      “I said, can I help you?” Zoey repeated, squaring her shoulders in an attempt to look authoritative. This was her reindeer farm, after all, even though she’d yet to lay eyes on a single antler.

      Mystery Man gave Zoey a cursory once-over before pulling down the gaiter and exposing the rest of his face—high, sculpted cheekbones, an ultrastraight nose and a square jaw so firmly set that he looked as though he made a regular practice of grinding coal into diamonds with his teeth.

      His gaze flitted to Anya briefly and settled once again on Zoey. “That depends.”

      “Depends?” She unzipped her parka a smidgen. Her neck was growing warm for some strange reason. “Depends on what?”

      “You’re not the new owner of this place, are you?” He lifted a single, threatening eyebrow.

      She lifted her chin. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

      “Well, it’s about time,” he seethed.

      Zoey’s mouth dropped open. Who was this guy? “Excuse me?”

      “Perhaps introductions are in order.” Anya stepped between them.

      Zoey sent up a silent prayer of thanks for Anya’s presence. Facing the irritable Man in Black wasn’t exactly something she would have liked to do alone. Not that she was afraid of him. She’d certainly faced more frightening things than a biker in the wilds of Alaska. He was just a bit intense. And she still had no clue what he was doing on her reindeer farm, acting as if he owned the place.

      Anya thrust a mittened hand at him. “I’m Anya Parker, and this is Zoey Hathaway. And you are?”

      He pulled off one of his gloves and shook Anya’s hand. “Alec Wynn.”

      His gazed shifted back to Zoey. She reached for his hand and shook it. It was surprisingly warm given his chosen method of transportation.

      “Hi, Alec,” she said, offering him a polite smile. Perhaps they’d simply gotten off on the wrong foot.

      He smiled right back at her. Even his smile possessed an edge. “You owe me a thousand dollars.”

      Um...what?

      She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.

      Alec’s smile faded as he crossed his arms and leaned back on the seat of his bike, apparently waiting for her to say something. Or whip out her checkbook.

      Zoey’s throat grew thick. “Perhaps there’s been a misunderstanding...”

      “Nope. No misunderstanding.” He shook his head. “This is your reindeer farm, is it not?”

      “Well...” She glanced at Anya, who could do nothing but shrug, then back at Alec. Zoey still had no clue who he actually was, other than a purported creditor. “...yes. But I’ve only owned it for a day. Less than twenty-four hours, actually.”

      She couldn’t possibly owe him a thousand dollars. For starters, she didn’t have that kind of money.

      Technically, she did, she supposed. But that money was part of the down payment for the airplane she was buying in five days. The airplane that was to be the start of her new career as a professional pilot. She’d worked eight years as a barista, scrimping and saving for that down payment. It took a lot of lattes to buy a plane, even a small one.

      Her plane money was off-limits. She’d already given notice at the coffee bar. Next Monday was to be her first official day as a charter pilot, and she couldn’t very well fly without an airplane.

      Alec’s gaze narrowed. He was looking less and less like a superhero with each passing second. “Twenty-four hours?”

      “Thereabouts.” She glanced at Anya again, eliciting a hearty nod of agreement.

      “Maybe you could provide Zoey with some background information,” Anya said.

      “Yes. Background information would be delightful,” Zoey muttered under her breath.

      At least she’d thought it was under her breath. The storm clouds gathering in Alec’s eyes told her differently. “As I said before, my name is Alec Wynn. I work here. For you, apparently.”

      So she’d inherited both a reindeer farm and a surly man on a Harley. Perfect. “How odd.”

      “Odd?” He angled his head, and a lock of unruly hair fell across his forehead.

      Why am I looking at his hair? Surely that violated some sort of employer/employee boundary line. But how would she know? She’d never been anyone’s boss before. “Yes. I mean, what exactly do you do for Gus? I mean, me.”

      This was beyond surreal. If her nose wasn’t so cold, she’d wonder if she were dreaming.

      “I care for the reindeer,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And generally keep things running around here.”

      “Aurora’s a small town. I’ve never laid eyes on you before. Where have you been hiding yourself?”

      “I’ve only worked here a week. I spent my first day on the job giving my employer CPR. Unsuccessfully.” Alec’s gaze dropped to his hands. He paused a beat before continuing. “And now I’ve been feeding a herd of reindeer—on my dime—while I wait around to see what’s to become of this place. So, forgive me if I haven’t had time to make the social rounds.”

      Oh.

      Oh...

      So Alec had been the one to find Gus. This was new information. And it softened Zoey toward him a bit, even though she still thought him awfully demanding. And difficult. Couldn’t he have mentioned this right off the bat? “I’m sorry.”

      He looked back up. Some of the tension had left his eyes, leaving a hint of pain in its place. “I’m sorry, too. For your loss. Are you his daughter?”

      “Oh, no. I’m not family. Gus was my flight instructor.” She swallowed. “And my friend.”

      His brow furrowed. “I see.” Clearly, he didn’t.

      Which was fine. Zoey didn’t really understand it herself.

      “So, this thousand dollars,” Anya said, directing them back to the matter at hand. “Is it your salary?”

      Surely not. A thousand dollars a week? To feed a couple of reindeer? Although performing CPR was probably above and beyond the call of duty.

      “No. Gus paid me a month up front because I moved here from Washington to take the job.”

      For the first time, Zoey noticed the Washington State license plate on the motorcycle. She wondered if he’d actually ridden the thing all the way up through snow-covered Canada. It didn’t seem feasible.

      Alec continued. “I’m out a fair bit now for reindeer food, hay and other incidentals. СКАЧАТЬ