An Ex-Hero’s Guide to Axe Handling (SUBPARHEROES) by Jenn Burke EPUB & PDF

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  • Authors: Jenn Burke
  • Language: English
  • Genre: contemporary romance
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WARD
Thunder Bay, Ontario, in January, was not somewhere I’d ever thought
to put on my bucket list. To be fair, it still wasn’t. I mean, Canada in
the winter in general, am I right? DC was cold enough.
And yet, here I was, in the Great White North.

This wasn’t the smallest airport I’d ever been in, but it was damned
close. Unless I was missing something, I could see every gate from where I
stood. Each one seemed all but empty, which was not a good sign,
considering it was midday on a Wednesday. There should be business
travellers around, right? Maybe?

How big was this city, anyway?
My phone rang, jolting me out of my observations of the airport’s
emptiness. I wasn’t surprised to see April’s name on the screen. I brought it
to my ear and answered, “Sullivan.”
“Would it kill you to answer the phone like a normal person?”
“Yes.” I hitched my bag to a more comfortable spot on my shoulder and
started down the corridor. “I assume you’re calling because my contact is
here?”

“Devlin Campbell.”
“Has he got a sign for me or something?”
“Because the airport’s so crowded, right?” I could almost hear her
rolling her eyes.
“Jesus, just asking.”
“Stupid questions get stupid answers.”
“Do I get a description of the guy, or do I have to randomly approach
people and ask their name?”

“Look for the Canadian.” With that, she hung up.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I scowled as I shoved my
phone back in my pocket and stepped onto the down escalator. I was in
Canada. Everyone here was Canadian. Unless he was dressed in a Captain
Canada costume, how the fuck was I going to know who…he…was…
Oh.

A few things became instantly clear as the lower floor came into view.
One, there really wasn’t a crowd of people hanging around, so the one dude
staring up at the escalator like he was waiting for the long-lost love of his
life kind of stood out. Two, if there was the epitome of a Canadian, this guy
was it. He was tall, maybe a couple of inches taller than my six-two height,
and as broad as a football player. He wore faded blue jeans, big, warmlooking work boots, and a red-and-black flannel jacket over a fleece vest. A
red knit beanie covered most of his dark brown hair, but his less-than-neat
beard was on full display. The pale skin of his cheeks and nose sported red
spots—from the cold, I assumed—and he wore black-framed glasses.

Most
disconcerting, though, was his wide, bright smile. Like he actually liked it
here. Or—even weirder—like he was looking forward to meeting me.
No one looked forward to meeting me.
The dude’s smile widened even further when he spotted me. “Firefox?”
Oh, no, he did not. My glare hardened. “Ward Sullivan,” I corrected him
coldly. “You can call me Sullivan.”

For some insane reason, instead of my tone dimming his smile, it made
it nearly incandescent. “Sure. Sorry. Sullivan. Welcome to Thunder Bay.”
He held out a large hand. “I’m Devlin Campbell. You can call me Dev.”
I shook his hand because I might be an asshole, but I wasn’t a dickhead.

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