It warmed her heart to be accepted by him. “Thanks, Brodie.”
“So, this is the place,” he said, sounding like he approved.
“This is the place,” Silas responded. “Danny’s guy says he can double up on the crew and get it built before the snow flies.”
“While they’re here, maybe they can do some work on Raven’s house,” Brodie said, nudging her shoulder teasingly.
“Hey,” she protested. “Quit picking on my cabin. It’s got a great roof now.”
“Plumbing,” Brodie suggested with an arch of his brow.
“Oh, do the bathroom,” Mia added with enthusiasm. “Get yourself a real shower. Go wild, girl.”
Raven laughed. “Fine. The bathroom.” She paused. “Maybe the countertops too.”
“Welcome to the dark side, cousin.”
“Where are you staying while they build?” Raven asked her.
Mia looked at Silas, and he looked back. She couldn’t imagine sharing his single bed in WSA housing, but she didn’t want them to live apart either.
“Glamping?” she suggested. “They can set up a really nice wall tent. Right out here on the meadow.”
“Without plumbing?” Silas asked her in clear amazement.
Mia couldn’t say she loved the idea.
“You can take my place,” Raven said. “I’ll take Silas’s room until the construction’s complete.”
“Seriously?” Brodie said to Raven, his amazement rivaling Silas’s. “After all this time, you’ll move into WSA housing?”
Raven responded with a long-suffering sigh. “I think it’s my destiny.”
Brodie reached out and gave her ponytail a tug. “In that case, welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Are you sure?” Mia asked. She didn’t want to put Raven out for weeks.
“It’s not as bad as she thinks,” Brodie said. “The food’s good, and it’s walking distance to the Galina warehouse.”
“It’s only temporary,” Raven warned him.
Brodie seemed to be savoring her capitulation. But after a minute, he turned his attention to Mia. He rubbed his hands together. “So, Mia, while this is all going on, you think you’ll be super busy?”
“With the housebuilding?” she asked.
“Don’t forget the matchmaking,” Raven said.
“As if any of us could,” Brodie shot back.
“Why?” Mia asked, curious as to why he would care.
“Shannon has to go out on medical for a couple of weeks. I’m looking for a radio operator.”
Mia couldn’t believe what he was asking.
Silas gave her shoulder an encouraging squeeze.
She pointed to her chest. “You want me?”
“I want you. You proved yourself, and I’d be grateful for the help.”
She nodded, feeling elated. “Okay.”
He reached out to shake on it, his broad hand enclosing hers. “Then welcome to WSA.” He turned to Raven then, cocking his head. “Let’s do it. I’ll help you pack.”
“Right now?”
“These two need somewhere to sleep tonight.”
“It doesn’t have to be right away,” Mia quickly put in.
“No. It makes sense,” Raven said with a backward step. “No reason to wait. I’ll go make room.”
Raven and Brodie turned and left, walking side by side.
“I still think they’re going to be a thing,” Mia said as she watched the pair approach the forest fringe. Their voices faded, but it was clear they were continuing an animated conversation.
Silas stepped around to face her, blocking her view. He cradled her cheeks with his palms and his low sexy voice rumbled. “Maybe so. But you and me? We’re going to be the best thing.”
She felt instantly weightless with love and joy. “Yes.” She nodded. “We’re going to be fantastic. You and me. Right here, together, in Paradise.”
He kissed her lips. “Forever.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I owe this series to my hard-working agent, Laura Bradford, and my fabulous editor, Angela Kim, who believed in me and supported me in multiple ways from conception to publication.
My everlasting love and gratitude to my wonderful husband, Gordon Dunlop, bush pilot, technician and outdoorsman—he’s every hero a woman could want.
And finally, a huge thank you and a debt of gratitude to the authors who inspired, supported and cheered my writing efforts and continue doing so to this day: Jane Porter, Jane Graves, C.J. Carmichael and Lorraine Heath—fantastically successful authors and dearly valued friends.
Keep reading for a special preview of the next novel in Barbara Dunlop’s Paradise, Alaska, series
Finding Paradise
Coming soon from Berkley Jove!
Enjoying the last sip of a bubbly 2006 de Beauchene from her blown crystal flute, Marnie Anton paused beneath the vaulted ceilings of LA’s Lafayette mansion to ponder irony and the twists of fate.
“I see you need more champagne,” Hannah Lafayette observed, her voice light and cheerful as she approached Marnie in the great room. She gave a discreet wave to a nearby waiter who was standing at the ready.
Hannah had grown up in the mansion and was completely comfortable in its grandeur and opulence.
Marnie, on the other hand, had grown up behind an auto shop in Merganser, Kansas.
A crisp-dressed, white-shirted man refilled her glass with the dry, deeply flavored golden champagne that foamed partway up to the rim. In a town full of entertainment power brokers, the late Alastair Lafayette still had an unbeatable wine cellar.
“Thank you.” Marnie gave the waiter a truly grateful smile. She might have grown up playing in a wheel alignment pit instead of a wine cellar, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a great vintage.
“I can feel the excitement from here.” Hannah gestured to the dozen women chatting and laughing over drinks and hors d’oeuvres in scattered groups around the gracious room.
“You didn’t have to do all this.” Marnie had been surprised when Hannah and her twin brother Henry so whole-heartedly embraced supporting the Finding Paradise Alaskan matchmaking venture. They were hosting a launch party tonight, giving the selected women a chance to get to know each other before tomorrow’s flight to Anchorage then Fairbanks, then on to the small, rural town of Paradise.
“We’re more than happy to help out,” Hannah said with what sounded like sincerity. “I know Mia transferred ownership of the house to us, but we still consider it hers too.” She paused for a moment, a thread of humor coming into her voice. “And Henry wouldn’t have it any other way. He got a haircut, picked up a new suit and shaved at four o’clock this afternoon.”
Marnie couldn’t help but smile at Henry’s eagerness to meet the young, eligible women who were participating in the endeavor.
Her legal client and close friend Mia Westberg was a driving force behind the Alaska matchmaking project. At twenty-seven, Mia was only two years older than her stepchildren Hannah and Henry, and over the past few months, they’d battled each other in a drawn-out court case over Mia’s husband Alastair’s estate. By rights, Marnie and Hannah should still be adversaries.
Marnie had successfully argued for the fashion empire and mansion to go to Mia—as Alastair had directed. But Mia had promptly shared ownership of the company with the twins, handed over the family mansion to them, then ceded control of the company and moved to Paradise, Alaska.
Having met bush pilot Silas Burke and having seen the diamond ring he put on Mia’s finger, Marnie didn’t blame her friend for falling in love. But Mia had turned a clear court case win into what felt like a partial loss. It was hard for the competitive streak in Marnie to accept the final outcome.
“Scarlett Kensington seems particularly amped up,” Hannah continued the conversation like she and Marnie w
ere old friends, nodding to one particular group of women.
Marnie took in Scarlett’s flushed cheeks and her brisk hand gestures where she chatted with Olivia Axler and Willow Hale in front of the wide stone fireplace that soared to the ceiling—a portrait of Grandfather Lafayette gazing down from its face. Scarlett was twenty-two and worked as a production assistant in the film industry.
Mia and her cousin Raven, who also lived in Paradise, had carefully selected each applicant, choosing women they thought might fit in best in small town Alaska. There were plenty of robust, hard-working men in Paradise who were eager to meet new women. And the women here were eager to meet honorable men.
“Scarlett’s into surfboarding and parasailing,” Marnie said to Hannah, having studied the background on each of the successful applicants. “She also said she likes to hike in the San Gabriel Mountains.”
“I guess that’s that kind of thing you’d be looking for.”
“Willow hang-glides, and Olivia’s been fly fishing with her grandfather. We built outdoor sports into the algorithm.”
“That seems smart,” Hannah said, tilting her head to study another of the conversation groups. “From the pictures Mia sent, Paradise is nothing but mountains, trees and rivers. You’d have to be outdoorsy to put up with that.”
Marnie had seen those same pictures. “They have a café, a bar, housing—well cabins and camp trailers mostly. But there’s the health center, the school, Galina Expediting’s warehouse and West Slope Aviation at the airstrip.”
Galina and WSA, were the main employers in the town, its reason for existing, in fact.
Hannah pouted her pretty red lips. “Not a single designer boutique, no fine dining, no beach-front, never mind a country club.”
Marnie cracked a smile at the justified criticism. “Plus, the bugs and the bears. Definitely not my idea of paradise.”
“Whose was it, do you think?” Hannah looked perplexed, giving her champagne flute a small wave of emphasis. “Who got there, looked around and said, ahh, Paradise, that’s the right name?”
Marnie’s grin widened. It felt strange to chat amicably with Hannah after the bitterness of the court case.
Marnie had later learned that Hannah’s mother, Alastair’s ex-wife Theresa, had been the driving force behind the hostility. Still, it was unsettling to have Hannah’s attitude turn on a dime like this. Marnie kept expecting Hannah to voice some sharp disagreement or have an angry outburst liked she’d done a couple of time in the courtroom.
“Silas is picking them up in Fairbanks?” Hannah asked after a moment of silence.
Marnie nodded. “I’m not sure he’s thrilled to be dropped into the middle of the whole undertaking. But he can’t say no to Mia.”
Hannah took a sip of her own champagne. “Mia made it sound like his boss was the real grouch.”
“Most of the guys can’t wait to mix and mingle. The entire town is in desperate need of more estrogen. But his boss Brodie thinks it’ll be disruptive to his airline’s operations.”
“It probably will.”
“True, and he’s skeptical that any of the women will settle down in Alaska.”
“Even if they do meet their perfect match?” Hannah asked.
“Even then.”
“What do you think?”
Marnie had to agree with Brodie—even though they’d chosen women who skewed toward outdoor pursuits. “Would you leave LA for Paradise, Alaska, population four-hundred?”
“With gravel roads, a single restaurant and an average winter temperature of ten-below?” Hannah grimaced.
Marnie lifted her flute in mock toast to their evident agreement. “Exactly.”
They both drank then pondered for a moment.
“I hear the guys are super sexy,” Hannah ventured.
“I suppose they’d keep you warm at night,” Marnie allowed.
Hannah stretched out her fingers and gazed at her perfect coral manicure. “I’d miss Celeste’s esthetics talents . . . and my friends at the club . . . and where would you even wear your Castille or your Faux?”
Marnie couldn’t afford either of those fashion designers, but she understood the point. “I have a dozen pairs of perfectly good shoes that would not survive gravel roads and muddy pathways.”
Hannah’s sculpted brows furrowed. “Mia’s been wearing those brown leather boots all the time up there, waterproofed, I think.”
“Barely a heel.” Marnie had seen them in pictures, splattered in mud. They looked tragically practical, reminding her of a time in her life she preferred to forget.
“No calf elongation whatsoever.” Hannah glanced down at her own shapely legs beneath the shimmer of her slim, steel blue cocktail dress. Her stiletto peep-toes had obviously been dyed to match the dress, and they looked terrific.
“I’m only five-feet-two.” Marnie needed all the help she could get in the heel department.
Hannah stepped back to take in Marnie’s four-inch t-straps. “Those are really nice.”
Marnie turned her ankle sideways. “A little platform under the toe helps. Keeps the arches more comfortable when you’re standing.” She’d learned back in law school that she needed to add to her height if she wanted anyone to take her seriously.
In front of a judge, she always wore slacks to help camouflage the lift of her shoes. She tied her hair back too. The bright copper color seemed to distract male judges, also male opposing attorneys. She’d never figured out why. It was just hair, and plenty of people had hair that color.
“I take it Alaska’s not on your bucket list?” Hannah asked.
“My bucket list includes places like London and the Mediterranean.”
As for Alaska, Marnie would see the women safely to LAX tomorrow morning and onto the plane. Then she planned to take a little time for herself to recover from the flurry of activity. She hadn’t booked any client appointments for tomorrow or for Friday either, planning to extend the weekend, kick back and relax.
Thinking about it, she could use a new manicure herself, maybe a pedicure too. Maybe she’d do an entire spa day.
“I guess we leave the outdoorsy stuff to the hang-gliders and the parasailers.”
“I’ve played beach volleyball,” Marnie offered with a thread of humor.
She could also navigate by the stars and survive a week in the wilderness with nothing but a pocketknife and a pound of dried beans, but she didn’t say so. And she’d sure as hell never do it for fun.
“Tennis for me,” Hannah said. “But that’s mostly because the Turquoise Racket Club serves such a great brunch.”
“I feel like an underachiever,” Marnie said.
“You? You’re one of the best lawyers in LA!” Hannah paused. “I mean, you beat us without breaking a sweat.”
Marnie sent her a sidelong glance, wondering if this was it, if Hannah was about to express her hidden hostility.
“And we had ourselves a top-notch team,” Hannah continued offhandedly. “Brettan LaCroix spared no expense.”
“There wasn’t much they could do with an iron-clad will.” Marnie was still tense, still on alert for an argument.
“Mia was a highly flawed defendant. Half the city hated her. The rest thought she was a shameless gold-digger.”
“She wasn’t.” Marnie reflexively defended her friend.
“Turns out not. And you never gave up on her. And you represented her brilliantly. So, I’m saying, you’re not an underachiever.”
“Oh.” Marnie sorted through the conversation in her mind. It didn’t seem like Hannah was going to get hostile after all.
“You should come and see us next week,” Hannah said.
“For what?” Had Marnie missed something in the exchange?
“To look at giving us some legal advice. You worked with Mia for years, so you know our business.”
After a stunned moment, Marnie gathered her wits. “I specialize in family law.”
“And it’s a family business.”
Marnie supposed you could frame it that way.
“So, will you take us on?” Hannah asked.
“Uh, sure, yeah, I’ll come by next week.” Who would say no to a new client who owned a mansion and a fashion empire? Not Marnie, that was for sure.
Hannah raised her glass again, and Marnie silently toasted to the most unlikely business relationship in the city.
* * *
* * *
“I’ve said it all along—distraction, disruption then fallout.” Brodie Seaton, owner of West Slope Aviation ended his sentence on a firm note of conviction. Then, obviously confident his message had been delivered, he leaned back against the workbench of the airplane hangar in Paradise, Alaska, his arms crossed over his chest.
Aircraft Maintenance Engineer Cobra Stanford didn’t disagree with his boss. He’d been skeptical about the Finding Paradise matchmaking scheme from the beginning. But it was above his paygrade and none of his business, so he’d kept his thoughts mostly to himself.
“I’m planning to keep my distance,” he said now.
“Wise,” Brodie said with a nod. “I wish there were more like you around.”
Cobra swung the engine cowl shut on the twin otter bush plane—one of the largest in the fleet—secured it and stepped down off the ladder. The aircraft was fit and ready to make the run to Fairbanks tomorrow to pick up the twelve LA women.
The light dimmed to dark orange through the high hangar windows as the sun set behind the mountains in the late September evening, making the fluorescent ceiling lights appear brighter.
“Are the pilots drawing lots to see who takes the Viking Mine run?” he asked. Whoever took the lengthy flight to Viking was sure to miss the women’s big arrival.
“I’m assigning T-Two and Xavier.”
Cobra gave an ironic grin. “That’s going to go over well.”
T-Two, Tobias Erickson, was a laid-back guy, but Xavier O’Keefe was as excited about the LA women’s visit as anyone in town.
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