The Billionaire's Courageous Lover (Bold, Alaskan Men Book 3) by Elizabeth Lennox
Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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resolve stronger. “Not only am I going to be safe, but I’m going to thrive here in Alaska.”
Her eyes challenged him like no one else ever had. “I would love to see that.” And a moment later, he was gone.
Andie stared at the now-closed door, her whole body trembling with excitement, apprehension and…anticipation.
“You just wait, Mr. Big Man Knox. I’m going to figure this world out and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
But after cleaning up the kitchen and getting ready for bed, she still walked over to the basement doorway and peered down into the dark depths. Just in case, she threw a tennis ball down there, her shoulders relaxing slightly when the ball simply bounced around before disappearing.
Chapter 5
“Oh, I don’t need to catch anything,” she said to the very helpful man at the hardware store while she examined the inexpensive fishing pole.
Since she was looking down, she didn’t see the horrified expression on his elderly face.
“I just need to learn to throw…” she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head towards the man, “I mean, cast…right? I don’t throw the line, I cast the line.” When the man nodded his head, still looking confused, she smiled victoriously. “Right. I just need something to learn to cast the line. I’ll be practicing whenever I can until I can get the hook where I want it to go. Isn’t that the basics of fishing?”
The elderly man scratched his head. He obviously didn’t want to insult the community’s newest member, but he wasn’t sure how to answer the pretty woman without hurting her feelings. “Well, I guess that’s the first step.”
Andie smiled, excited to be learning her first new Alaskan sport. “Okay, what else do I need?” she asked, eager to get started.
The man shrugged. “Well, warm clothes if you’re going to be near the water. The wind is stronger there, and colder.”
Andie nodded. “Anything else? Any other fishing equipment?” She hoped not. She’d made a huge dent in her savings account buying her furniture and moving up here. But it seemed that everyone around here fished, so she was going to learn to fish. Any time she visited someone’s house, there were pictures of family members with an enormous fish held up with pride. It looked strange to her, but hey, if the locals loved it, and she wanted to be a local, she was going to learn to love it as well!
“Nah,” the kind gentleman said with his first smile since she’d walked in and asked the question. “Just stay warm if all you’re going to do is cast your line. Not much biting going on right now anyway.”
Andie paid for her fishing pole and lure then trotted out of the store, eager to learn her new skill. She’d gotten her internet service hooked up this week and had been diligently studying up on fishing tips. After last week’s dinner with Knox, she was determined to show him that she not only was going to stay, but she was going to learn everything she could about this new environment.
Two hours later, Andie accepted that casting wasn’t nearly as simple as it looked. So far, she’d gotten her hook caught on the bark of a tree behind her, an old log off to the right, the dock’s edge beside her, the rope tying up someone’s boat slightly out and to the left of her and her hat.
Getting her knit hat caught on the hook had been the worst, since she hadn’t realized that it had gotten caught. She’d been impatient by that point and had…well, her hat was now a snarled, wet mess at her feet.
She now knew that the stupid hook and knit caps were a dangerous combination. Getting a hook out of knit was… well, an exercise in patience. Or impatience!
Her hands were freezing even inside the gloves, her body was cold, she needed a new hat, and she was frustrated with this whole fishing stuff. Mentally, she’d selected a target in the water ahead of
Her eyes challenged him like no one else ever had. “I would love to see that.” And a moment later, he was gone.
Andie stared at the now-closed door, her whole body trembling with excitement, apprehension and…anticipation.
“You just wait, Mr. Big Man Knox. I’m going to figure this world out and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
But after cleaning up the kitchen and getting ready for bed, she still walked over to the basement doorway and peered down into the dark depths. Just in case, she threw a tennis ball down there, her shoulders relaxing slightly when the ball simply bounced around before disappearing.
Chapter 5
“Oh, I don’t need to catch anything,” she said to the very helpful man at the hardware store while she examined the inexpensive fishing pole.
Since she was looking down, she didn’t see the horrified expression on his elderly face.
“I just need to learn to throw…” she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head towards the man, “I mean, cast…right? I don’t throw the line, I cast the line.” When the man nodded his head, still looking confused, she smiled victoriously. “Right. I just need something to learn to cast the line. I’ll be practicing whenever I can until I can get the hook where I want it to go. Isn’t that the basics of fishing?”
The elderly man scratched his head. He obviously didn’t want to insult the community’s newest member, but he wasn’t sure how to answer the pretty woman without hurting her feelings. “Well, I guess that’s the first step.”
Andie smiled, excited to be learning her first new Alaskan sport. “Okay, what else do I need?” she asked, eager to get started.
The man shrugged. “Well, warm clothes if you’re going to be near the water. The wind is stronger there, and colder.”
Andie nodded. “Anything else? Any other fishing equipment?” She hoped not. She’d made a huge dent in her savings account buying her furniture and moving up here. But it seemed that everyone around here fished, so she was going to learn to fish. Any time she visited someone’s house, there were pictures of family members with an enormous fish held up with pride. It looked strange to her, but hey, if the locals loved it, and she wanted to be a local, she was going to learn to love it as well!
“Nah,” the kind gentleman said with his first smile since she’d walked in and asked the question. “Just stay warm if all you’re going to do is cast your line. Not much biting going on right now anyway.”
Andie paid for her fishing pole and lure then trotted out of the store, eager to learn her new skill. She’d gotten her internet service hooked up this week and had been diligently studying up on fishing tips. After last week’s dinner with Knox, she was determined to show him that she not only was going to stay, but she was going to learn everything she could about this new environment.
Two hours later, Andie accepted that casting wasn’t nearly as simple as it looked. So far, she’d gotten her hook caught on the bark of a tree behind her, an old log off to the right, the dock’s edge beside her, the rope tying up someone’s boat slightly out and to the left of her and her hat.
Getting her knit hat caught on the hook had been the worst, since she hadn’t realized that it had gotten caught. She’d been impatient by that point and had…well, her hat was now a snarled, wet mess at her feet.
She now knew that the stupid hook and knit caps were a dangerous combination. Getting a hook out of knit was… well, an exercise in patience. Or impatience!
Her hands were freezing even inside the gloves, her body was cold, she needed a new hat, and she was frustrated with this whole fishing stuff. Mentally, she’d selected a target in the water ahead of
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