A Match Made In Alaska. Belle Calhoune
very seriously, and if she was being completely honest, she was a tad homesick. Whimsy, Maine, was all she had ever known. And she had traveled all this way to head up Love’s new library, only to be involved in a plane crash. The last thing she needed to worry about was her bread-and-butter job in Alaska.
But to be fair, it wasn’t completely Declan’s fault. Her nerves had already been on edge. This day had been endless. And she was scared to death. It was almost time to go to sleep, and she didn’t know what the morning would bring. Rescue? Or vast disappointment?
“I don’t know if I deserve all your praise, but I appreciate you lifting me up.”
Declan flashed her a perfect smile. “Anytime, Annie. We’re buddies now, right? After this singular experience, we’re bonded for life.”
Bonded for life. What a dramatic turn of phrase. Even though she knew better than to fall for a handsome charmer like Declan, the idea of being bonded for life with him was not an unwelcome thought.
* * *
When it was time to bunk down for the night, Declan borrowed several articles of clothing from Annie so that he could make a pallet for himself. He intended to keep watch tonight rather than lie down and sleep. He figured if he propped the pallet against a tree, he could sit up and keep watch without being too uncomfortable. And he felt the need to keep watch over Annie. Even though she acted tough, Annie Murray needed protection. Until he delivered her safely to Love, she would be under his watchful, protective eye.
He and Annie enjoyed a companionable silence as they made their pallets. Declan couldn’t fathom how she had managed to stuff so many items in her bags.
“I feel bad getting all your clothes dirty,” Declan said.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Annie said with a wave of her hand. “I sent two trunks of clothing ahead of me through a shipping service. After all, a girl can never have too many clothes,” she quipped.
Declan gaped at her. More clothes? It was fairly mind-boggling how one woman could own so many outfits. They sat there for a few moments in stillness.
“After what we’ve been through together, I feel compelled to tell you something I haven’t shared with a lot of people.” Annie’s announcement interrupted the quiet that had stretched out between them.
Declan eyed her nervously. Annie was as sweet as blueberry pie, but he didn’t really want to head into the territory of TMI. It might create an uncomfortable vibe between them if she overshared. After all, they didn’t really know each other well enough to exchange personal information. He had no intention of spilling any secrets of his own.
“It’s about my fake glasses.” She let out a sigh. “You’re probably wondering why I would do such a thing, right? I never explained myself.” Declan nodded as a sense of relief flooded him. A confession about glasses he could handle.
“When I first became a librarian, I was twenty-three years old. I was given the job because the head librarian in my hometown of Whimsy, Rose Minnows, passed away. She was ninety-five, bless her heart.”
Declan sputtered. “Your town librarian was ninety-five?”
Annie nodded her head enthusiastically, causing locks of her dark brown hair to cascade over her forehead. “She was two weeks shy of her ninety-sixth birthday when the Lord called her home to glory.”
Declan let out a low whistle. “That’s dedication to a vocation. Ninety-six!”
Annie nodded solemnly. “Rose was the consummate professional. So when I replaced her, everyone in town questioned whether I was fit for the job due to my age. Of course it was hurtful, considering I had grown up in Whimsy, and the same people who had rocked me on their knees were now questioning my abilities. I decided that I would do everything in my power to convince the townsfolk I was the perfect choice for head librarian. Step one was to switch up my wardrobe. I dressed the part of a town librarian—”
“You mean that you dressed in a dowdy manner?” Declan interrupted.
“Dowdy?” Annie asked with a frown. “Of course not. Rose was the most beautifully dressed woman in town. She put the F in fashion, if you know what I mean.”
“Not sure I do,” he muttered. “Jeans and my aviator jacket are my fashion statement.”
“Her clothes were classic. Timeless.” Annie let out a sigh. “Step two was to wear glasses. I know it may sound strange, but people are judged all the time by appearances. In our society, glasses signify intelligence. Wisdom. The moment I slipped the glasses on, people began to treat me differently. It was night and day. Suddenly I was fit for duty simply because of my appearance.” She brushed some pine needles off her leopard pants. “So that’s the story behind my glasses. I figured they might help me out here in Love as well. But I guess I’m on my own in that department.” A little sigh slipped past her lips.
“Don’t worry about what I said earlier, that the library is a hot-button issue. We debate everything in Love. That’s who we are. All the wrinkles about funding for the library will probably be ironed out.” Or not, Declan thought guiltily. He himself had lobbied to reduce the number of hours the library was being funded. It hadn’t been a malicious move on his part. Love’s first library had gone belly-up decades ago due to lack of funding. He just couldn’t wrap his head around using vital town resources so people could browse for books. Not when there were businesses still suffering in town. However, there was no way in the world he could admit that to Annie. Not at the moment, anyway.
Annie frowned. “Wrinkles? There are wrinkles?”
He let out a groan. There he went again, spilling information he should have kept close to the vest. On the other hand, Annie had traveled a long way to become town librarian in Love. She deserved the unfiltered truth. “There are a few,” he said in a halting voice. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the library has only been approved for part-time hours.”
“But that’s ridiculous,” she exploded. “Mayor Prescott told me weeks ago that the library budget had been approved and that I was being brought on as a full-time librarian.”
Declan held up his hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I just didn’t want you to feel blindsided.”
Annie bowed her head. “I’m sorry for blowing up at you. Thanks for telling me. I think,” she said in a soft voice.
“You’re welcome. Why don’t you get some sleep, Annie?” he suggested. “It’s been a long day.”
Annie yawned and stretched her arms. “I am pretty bushed. Good night, Declan.” She walked toward her pallet, which was a good distance from his, where he was keeping watch.
“Night,” he called out after her. “Don’t get too close to the fire. We don’t want any accidents.”
He watched from afar as Annie settled down on her pallet. She was close enough to the fire that she could feel warm and toasty without endangering herself. She had said earlier that her boots were doing a pretty good job of keeping her feet warm, although at the very tip, she felt a little spot where her toes were cold. Once they got to Love, he was going to buy her a pair of Hazel Tookes’s boots. Hazel was a good friend of his who had created unique Alaskan winter boots that the town of Love was now mass-producing. Boone’s wife, Grace, had come up with the brilliant idea of making Hazel’s boots the focus of the town’s moneymaking endeavors. So far, Hazel’s boots were selling like hot cakes in the lower forty-eight states. If the income streaming in from the boots continued, it could be a game changer for Love.
An unsettled feeling kept poking at him. He hadn’t told Annie the whole unvarnished truth about the library hours being reduced. He had lobbied against the library, and after it had been approved, he had been a proponent of reducing its hours. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about Annie’s job being slashed by a significant number of hours.
As Declan watched Annie doze off, he felt a surge of protectiveness rise up within him. There was something about her that