The Billionaire's Courageous Lover (Bold, Alaskan Men Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

skin.  “You have no idea,” he muttered.  “Honey, you might be without a bed for a while.  Why don’t you at least go over to the hotel in Appleton?”
    She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.  “Because this is my home now.  I’m staying.”
    He looked down at her and it took every ounce of his self-control not to pull her into his arms and explore all of her lush curves for himself.  And those points that were making his mouth water.  And the soft skin of her neck. 
    “I have to go,” he told her, ignoring her offer of cookies. 
    “Thank you,” she said again, laying a hand on his arm.  He felt good, she thought.  Better than good. 
    He stopped and looked at her, astonished by how much he liked her touch.  “Don’t go outside until morning,” he told her gruffly.  He was about to pull the door open when he stopped and turned around.  “What the hell did you mean about the bear eating your eye lashes?” he asked, still stumped on that one. 
    She laughed.  “Sorry.  I was in a panic and wasn’t forming full sentences very well.”  She pointed to her car, to the one headlight that still had a full row of eye lashes.  “The bear ate the other set.  It’s a VW Bug, so I got those fake eyelashes to make it look more like a bug.”  She looked at her car and smiled.  “I thought about getting some black magnetic dots, but I just haven’t gotten around to that yet.”
    He grunted as he finally understood.  Her car would look like a giant lady bug.  Cute, he thought, but the car was totally impractical for Alaskan winters. 
    Eyelashes?  He chuckled as he shook his head, thinking about the bear trying to…dispose…of the ingested, plastic eyelashes.  “Well, that’s one way to discourage him from coming back.”  He shifted and pulled the door open.  “I wouldn’t want to be that bear when the eye lashes come out the other end.” 
    He slammed her door closed on her laughter, and moved swiftly to his truck.  It was the middle of the night and he hated to think of the neighbors who might be up, watching him leave her house.  He tossed the rifle onto the passenger seat and pressed the button on his SUV to start it up.  A moment later, he was driving back up his mountain, but he was fairly certain that he wasn’t going to get any more sleep tonight.  Not with the image of Andie in that satin gown going through his mind. 

Chapter 3
     
    Andie stood outside the doors to The Rotten Apple, pacing back and forth.  “Okay, what would your mother tell you to do?” she asked herself.  “No asking a man out under any circumstances!  A lady would convey her wishes indirectly,” Andie quoted, almost mimicking her mother’s voice. 
    Back and forth, Andie walked in front of the doors to the bar.  It was Friday afternoon, and she’d had a wonderful first week of work.  No bears had disturbed her sleep, she still didn’t have a bed, but her kitchen table had been delivered yesterday afternoon.  It was all put together and ready to be used. 
    She had absolutely no excuse except fear. 
    “You can do this!”
    “Andie?” a stern, loud, and deep voice asked. 
    Andie spun around, her eyes moving higher as she took at Knox standing in the doorway to the bar.  “Oh!  Hello!” she smiled. Or at least, she hoped she was smiling.  By the look on his devastatingly handsome features, her expression might be a bit…off. 
    “What are you doing out here?”
    She looked up and realized that it was about to rain.  Again.  She was really struggling to get used to this rain, but she’d figure it out.  She already had a better raincoat, and her zebra striped rain boots looked pretty snazzy. 
    “Um…I came to talk to you.”
    “Out here in the rain?”
    She looked up again and blinked as a big drop of rain fell on her forehead.  “Well, no.  I wasn’t planning on having a conversation here in the rain.  Although, I suppose I should expect rain.  It