Discovering Duncan. Mary Anne Wilson
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head, then shrugged. “Nothing.” And, damn it, Annie chimed in, cheerfully saying, “I’m just fine.”
“Well, the car’s all messed up, and I feel as if I’m responsible for that.”
He narrowed his eyes even more. “You’ve got an overdeveloped guilt complex, don’t you?”
If she did, she wouldn’t be playing this game with him. “I just believe in taking responsibility.”
Annie patted her arm. “Oh, it’s not your responsibility. If anything, I was reading that darn newspaper to him about the national forests being in trouble, then businesses going belly up. I’m the one at fault if you want to lay blame.”
A light inside flashed on without warning and its glow exposed the face of Duncan Bishop. His father’s son. The same look. No neatly trimmed beard or white hair, but the strong features, the dark-as-night eyes and a size that seemed almost overwhelming. He turned to the window, exposing his profile and a peculiar arrogance in the way he held his jaw. Like his father. But the rough clothes weren’t like D.R.’s expensive, tailored suits, and for him to be standing in front of a gas station waiting for help wasn’t like his father at all.
Lauren turned to the light and saw the office was just a small room, cut in two from side to side by a scarred counter, and with walls lined with oils and greases and small car parts. A single figure was coming around the counter, a man of medium height, unremarkable in greasy overalls and with little hair on his head. He squinted at the three of them through the hazy glass, then reached for the door and unlocked it.
“Duncan? What’s going on?” he asked as the barrier swung open.
“I almost went off the road back down the way near Elder’s Curve. It tore up my tire and cut into the side of the car.”
“An accident?” he asked as his gaze flicked from Annie to Lauren, then back to Duncan. “Are you all okay?”
“We’re fine, Rollie,” Annie said for all three of them. “And I’m late.” She looked at Duncan. “I’ll get my bag out of the car and walk on home. Thanks for an interesting trip.”
He nodded. “I’ll be along as soon as I take care of this.”
Annie touched Lauren on the arm. “Nice running into you,” she said, then realized what she’d said and laughed out loud. “Didn’t mean that,” she said. “But it was nice meeting you.”
She went back to the idling car, got her bag out, then with a wave, she took off down the street. “I should have driven her,” Lauren said.
“She’s not going far,” Rollie said. “She’s used to Silver Creek. Been here all her life.” He looked to Lauren again, then past her to her car. “This car was in an accident?”
“No, I swerved to miss hitting it, and went off the road,” Duncan said.
Rollie went toward the car, reached out and touched the fender reverently. Then he grinned back at Duncan. “Well, damn it, man, aren’t we all thankful you didn’t scratch her up? What a beauty,” he said in a low voice, then leaned down as if listening to the engine. “She’s got a V-8, overhead, don’t she?” he asked Lauren as he straightened up.
“Completely rebuilt,” Lauren said.
He stood back. “Not original paint, is it?”
“No, it’s redone.”
He emitted a low whistle as he slowly circled the car. “Great job.” He came back around to where they stood in the cold. “Where’d you get her?” he asked Lauren.
“My uncle bought it new, and my brother restored it a year or so ago.”
“He’s a gifted man,” Rollie said.
“Rollie,” Duncan said, interrupting the man’s rapture over the car. “Do you think you can tear yourself away to get the tire?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rollie said, as if he’d forgotten Duncan existed for a moment. “You coming with me?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, give me a minute, and I’ll be right out,” Rollie said. But he didn’t go inside right away. Instead, he looked back to Lauren. “You want to sell that baby?”
“No, I sure don’t,” she said.
“Then you take good care of her, hear?” he said, and headed right back inside.
She was thankful Annie had taken off, but now Duncan was about to leave, too, to get his car. She looked at him and was taken aback to find the shadow of a smile playing at the corners of his wide mouth. “I think Rollie’s in love.”
Rollie returned before she could absorb the expression on Duncan’s face. Before she could be sure if she saw a faint dimple to one side of his mouth. Rollie hurried out, closed the door and tugged his heavy coat around him. “Okay, let’s hit the road,” he said to Duncan.
“Okay,” Duncan said, then both men were going past the service bays and rounding the corner. Duncan looked back at Lauren with a wave and called, “Thanks,” then was gone.
She didn’t move. She listened, heard doors open and close, then a big engine roar to life. In a moment a huge pickup truck lumbered into view. She could barely make out the shadows of the two men in the cab, then the truck turned onto the street heading back the way she’d just come.
That was that, at least for now. She hurried to the idling car, drove it back onto the main street and headed north. She went one block, parked and looked at Rusty’s Diner. It was time to formulate a new plan. And there was only one thing she could think of to do now.
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