Page 22 of Blue-Eyed Hero
“You shush, my head is not inflated.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m sorry about my sister. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. I was going to write to you, actually.” An unexpected chill ran down her spine as the words from the threat bounced around in her mind. “It’s just that you see there’s this pothole on my street. Where I live. And the town has promised to fill it, and it’s been months, and it’s still not filled. Just the other day, Mr. Delancy got a flat tire.”
Allison exhaled in relief. “You’re on Barnacle Lane, aren’t you?” Allison asked.
“How’d you know?”
“Let’s just say I had a run in with that very pothole myself.” Along with one very sexy sheriff.
“Oh no. Not you too. Did you get a flat?”
“No, just a twisted ankle.” Allison waved her hand. “Long story. I’ll talk about it tomorrow on my social media. Don’t worry about the pothole. I’m on it.”
“Really?” the cashier exclaimed.
“Absolutely. The town should have taken care of it, especially if you’ve reported it.”
“Oh, we did on several occasions.”
Unbelievable. Allison was used to getting things done when the town ignored requests. She prided herself on it, actually. Sometimes she swore the town waited until she made a fuss before doing anything. But this pothole was a danger, and it shouldn’t have been brushed off.
“What’s your name?” Allison asked.
“Anna Gaines.”
Allison slid a business card across the counter. “This is my contact info. Send me an email with a picture of the pothole, and I’ll make sure we have it filled by month’s end.” She wanted more proof, so when she pitched the story to her boss, it didn’t seem like just a personal vendetta.
Anna scooped up the business card and held it to her chest. “That would be amazing. Thank you.” Anna took the dress in her hands. “Now, let me get this wrapped for you.” Anna wrapped the dress in tissue paper before placing it in a bag and handing it to Allison. “Thank you again, Ms. Winters.”
“Allison, please.”
“Allison. Thank you.”
Allison gave a smile and turned away, with Luna beside her.
“You really think you’ll get that pothole filled?” Luna asked.
“When have I ever not gotten my way?”
“Good point. Your stubborn ass won’t let it go.”
“Nope.”
“Are you going to call the sheriff and ask him for a statement?” Luna asked, glancing at her nails in an attempt to be nonchalant, but she was as subtle as a bull in a China shop.
“I don’t know. Maybe. It depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Can you stop trying to play matchmaker? You have never been good at it. The sheriff and I are definitely not compatible.” It didn’t matter that he smelled like heaven, or that being in his arms had felt oddly right, making her wonder what else that body was capable of.
“Why not? The heat that comes off you two is pretty hot.”
“That would be suppressed rage,” Allison said.