woman.”
Tucker chuckled. “A woman isn’t cause for that kind of spring in his step.”
Saeger shrugged his shoulder. “He must have found his little butterfly from the other night.”
Knox would have added his two cents into the fray, but he was out of the country on business, checking out another company he might invest in.
Creek sat down across from his two friends, ignoring the ribbing and opened his computer. “You’re both idiots,” he told them, and started typing something into his laptop.
“So what’s her name?” Tucker asked, leaning forward with a wicked glint in his eye.
“None of your business,” he told them. “Isn’t your stock up? Shouldn’t you be worrying about why that’s happening and not focusing on my love life?”
“His stock is up because he released that new fertilizer,” Saeger interjected, then leaned forward. “So this is love?” he asked, ignoring his friend’s dangerous glare.
“Back off,” Creek growled.
Both men laughed even as Sarah placed a glass of iced tea in front of each of them. “I thought you boys were off to the slopes this morning,” she asked. Sarah was the afternoon waitress that pretended to be the town mother, especially to the four men who pretended they were above all of her mothering.
She saw through all the gruffness of these men and loved them anyway. They’d come into this town, one by one over the past five or six years and had brought jobs and wealth to the area. Just building each of their houses had employed every person in the town who wanted a job. The Rotten Apple employed several of the others and the food served in the place was excellent and could be purchased for crazy low prices. The liquor was top shelf even though most of the people who came in ordered the beer. Locals knew the prices while annoying tourists received a different rate for their requests. All because of these four men.
“Creek’s found himself a woman!” Saeger teased, earning him another dark look, which he continued to ignore.
“You talking about that young thing that came in here with the gaggle of women the other night?” she asked.
Creek growled and ignored her question. “Don’t you have customers that need something, Sarah?” he demanded.
Tucker and Saeger both smiled with interest. “We saw her briefly. We also saw her walk out, not giving our man Creek here the time of day.”
Sarah chuckled and crossed her arms under her ample bosom. “She was a doll. Prettiest little thing, and she blushed like a cutie whenever she looked over at our boy here. And yeah, he was looking all the time.”
“Sending out the silent messages?” Tucker asked, elbowing Saeger in the ribs.
“More like screaming, he was,” she laughed with a cackle. “This boy was hit hard by that lady.”
Saeger turned to look at his friend who was scowling like a panther. “A lady, eh? That’s different.”
“Back off,” Creek growled again. “Last warning.”
The men didn’t care. “So what did she look like?” They asked Sarah, knowing that Creek wouldn’t give them anything.
“Brown wavy hair, bluest eyes this side of the Pacific. Cute in a sexy kind of way.”
The men’s eyebrows went up with that description, and they both turned to look at their friend. “Cute?” Saeger asked.
“Brown hair? Blue eyes? I thought you were a blond man.”
“I have work to do,” Creek said and smacked his laptop closed. He walked out of the bar and moved back to his motorcycle, storing his computer in the storage compartment and speeding away from The Rotten Apple. Once he was back in his home office, he settled into his leather chair and looked out the windows.
The view from this room, or any room in his house on top of the mountain, never failed to soothe him. Down below was the tiny town of Winthrop, Alaska where small houses perched as close together as they possibly
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