Bachelor CEO. Michele Dunaway

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      She turned, and he inhaled. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen.

      “Hi,” she replied. Her frustration with the situation was obvious.

      “Looks like you have a flat.”

      “You think?” She rubbed her forehead, and dirt from the tire streaked her skin. His fingers itched to wipe the smudge off, but he kept his hands to himself. He’d liked her on sight, and being up close hadn’t done anything to change his mind.

      “Do you know of a repair shop I can call?” she asked, focusing on the matter at hand.

      “Do you have a spare?” Chase countered.

      She wrinkled her nose. “I hope so. I’ve never had to use it. Never even looked to see if it’s there.”

      He moved to her trunk and noticed her Illinois license plates. Chenille was an hour northwest of Dubuque, which sat on the Iowa-Illinois-Wisconsin border. “Where are you from?”

      “Chicago,” she replied, watching as he lifted the trunk lid. “What are you doing?”

      “Changing your tire.” Chase gave her the grin that his sister Chandy declared irresistible. “You’re in Iowa. We do things like that, especially out here in Chenille.”

      “I’d never even heard of this town until a few weeks ago,” she admitted. “Couldn’t have found it on a map before then either.”

      He laughed. “Not many people can unless you’re looking for us. We’re a company town owing our livelihoods to McDaniel Manufacturing. I assume since you’re here you’ve heard of the products.”

      “Oh, I dug around a little. McDaniel Manufacturing makes cheeses, ice cream and other assorted dairy items. The popular product lines give Kraft a solid run for their money.”

      He tossed her trunk mat on the ground, wondering about the purpose of her visit. She’d driven a long way. Maybe she was in sales. A lot of vendors and suppliers did come calling. “So you did your research.”

      “Any smart woman would.”

      “And you’re a smart woman?” He refrained from adding that if she was, she’d have checked her trunk for a tire. Luckily, she had one, and it was inflated.

      “I like to think so.”

      Chase chuckled, unscrewing the bolt that held her tire jack and spare in place. “So where’d you go to school?”

      “Northwestern University.”

      “Good old Evanston,” he said, placing the bolt in his pants pocket. He didn’t want to lose that.

      She took his words the wrong way. “Do you have a problem with Northwestern?”

      “Nope. Not if you don’t care that I went to the University of Iowa,” he replied. He removed the car’s jack and handed it to her. His fingers brushed hers for a second as she took it from him.

      After placing the spare on the ground, he shed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. He’d never been afraid of dirt or hard work, and he could shower when he reached Lone Pine Lake.

      He’d be about a half hour late, but his grandfather would understand. Leroy was all about chivalry, especially on the parking lot of the company he owned and loved.

      Chase loosened the lug nuts and he placed the jack under the frame of the car. He inserted the handle and began to turn it, raising the car up slowly until the tire was free of the ground.

      Then he removed the lug nuts and the bad tire, ignoring that his hands had turned black from the brake dust and the road grime. He slid the spare on, reversed the process, and soon had her car ready to go.

      “Thank you.”

      “No problem.” He put the flat in the trunk and set everything on top. “If I were you, I’d take this down to Bay’s Tire and have them look at it. Bay’s is right there on the main drag. You can’t miss it. Looks like an old gas station without the pumps. Tell them Chase sent you.”

      “Okay.” She crossed her arms over her chest and studied him.

      “So, where are you heading after this? Going inside?” he asked.

      She shook her head, her short locks swishing. “No. I’m finished. I’m actually starting work here Tuesday. I filled out my tax forms today.”

      “Oh.” He frowned. Come Tuesday she’d be an employee. Chase had been well schooled in sexual harassment law. McDaniel Manufacturing prided itself on its employee satisfaction, stellar work environment and safety record.

      Still, she wasn’t quite on the job yet, and something about her intrigued him. Curious to learn more, he said, “I was wondering if you’d like to reward me for my valor by letting me take you to an early lunch.”

      Instead of saying yes, she arched a dark eyebrow and her pixie mouth formed a slight pucker. “That’s sweet, and I really appreciate your offer, but you’ve already helped me out enough. I should have joined an auto club or something. As it is, I’ve got to get going. The moving van is on its way, if it’s not already waiting at my apartment.”

      “They’re always late,” he replied, delaying her inevitable departure. Of course, he really had no clue about moving companies. He’d only moved once, from his grandfather’s estate to his own place, ten years ago.

      However, she was already edging away, to the driver’s side of the car. He stood there feeling like a fool. “It was nice meeting you,” he said.

      “Thank you again,” she replied.

      “You’re welcome.” Chase remained frozen in place until she drove off. Then he retrieved the suit coat he’d set on the ground. His dry cleaners would kill him, but the bill would be well worth it.

      Chenille had never seen anything like her.

      If it had, Chase would have found her long ago. Goodness knows he’d gone through enough women looking for the right one. Sex was never an issue. The problem was finding someone who could keep his mind and heart interested, as well. Someone he could love forever. Call him a closet romantic, but he believed in true love and wouldn’t settle until he found it.

      He held up his dirty hands and grimaced. Even though he’d brought his suitcase with him, it might be best if he went home to shower before leaving for Minnesota. He should be able to do so and still be in plenty of time. His grandfather had specifically asked him to arrive earlier than the rest of his siblings. Every Memorial Day weekend the entire family gathered at the house on Lone Pine Lake, starting Friday night, to kick off the summer and celebrate Leroy’s birthday.

      His grandfather would be eighty tomorrow, and Chase was certain Leroy was finally ready to announce his retirement. He’d been hinting for a while about passing the torch. Chase had been groomed his whole life to become CEO of the family business, a role and legacy that had passed to him when his parents died in a single-engine-plane crash.

      Once he’d had dreams of leaving Chenille and making СКАЧАТЬ