High Voltage Lane (GOOD WITH HIS HANDS: SEASON 2) by Andie Fenichel EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Andie Fenichel
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ARIANA
As a forensic accountant, I generally work from home through files sent to
me and the internet, so when the power goes out for the fourth time this
week, I scream and slam my hands down on my desk.
Outside my window, the sun is shining.
“What the hell?” I get up and go to the front door to see if I can tell if my
neighbors have power.
In the street is a truck from the electric company. Two men are on the
ground staring up at the one man in a cherry picker.
That guy up there is the reason for my problems. He’s the reason I’ve just
lost an entire morning of investigating.
I storm out of the house without bothering to put my shoes on. I point up at
him. “You. You’re ruining my life! Get down here right now. Who do you
think you are turning off my power in the middle of the day.”
The cherry picker starts to lower.
One of the men on the ground says, “Um, ma’am, we knocked on your
door, but no one answered.”
Ignoring him, I focus on the source of my problems. As the bucket reaches
the ground, a man steps out. He’s tall and broad. The sunshine bounces off
of his orange hard hat. His eyes sparkle with mirth.
That fuels my fury. “Are you laughing at me? I lost an entire morning of
important work.”
He scans me from head to toe as if assessing the danger. “I’m sorry, but
like, Joe said, we knocked, and no one answered.”
My thoughts wander back to when I was examining an interesting bank
document and there was a noise that I brushed aside so I could continue to
concentrate. Blinking, I refocus on the lineman. “You knocked on my
door?”
His smile erases all logical thought from my mind. “We did. Miss…?”
Is he flirting with me? No. It’s my imagination. Why am I imagining a hot
electrical worker flirting with me? Maybe it’s because I stopped dating a
year ago and only socialize with family. In my defense, I have an enormous
family. I’m studying him when I remember he asked me something. “Oh,
um. I’m Ariana Lane.”
It seems impossible, but his smile gets even sexier. “Ariana Lane. I met a
guy named Jacob Lane at Billy’s Mill and Tap Room last week. Your
brother?”
“Cousin.”
Joe laughs. “You’ll meet a Lane around every corner if you stay in
Roseville long enough.”
He’s not wrong. I shrug.
The guy from the cherry picker says, “Well, Miss Lane, I’m sorry we
interrupted your work. We’re fixing the problem that caused the outages
during the storms. Give me an hour and we’ll be out of your hair and you’ll
have power back.”
I start calculating how long it will take me to get the work I lost back now
that I know where to find it. “Fine.”
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