Page 55… in a fiction series
By the end of April, Miranda had settled into a nice routine at work. In the past months, Tiller wrote a proposal for a metropolitan shopping village still under construction, installed surveillance equipment at a federal nuclear research facility, and sent a team to do a sweeping security upgrade for a popular state fair. The Judds were scheduled to play that summer and the fair board wanted everything to be perfect. While it was impossible to predict every theoretical security breach, Tiller was the best in the business, and Miranda was honored to carry his clipboard.
Back on Miranda’s boat however, there were complications. Most of the repairs she made prior to the winter season were holding up well. Her fuse box upgrade, however, was not. It seemed that some electrical gremlins had made their way into the new wiring, making it impossible for her to do two things at once: hairdryer + microwave, stereo + curling iron, space heaters + television… or any combination of the above. She was living like a pioneer and started to hate it.
Miranda told the girl at the marina office that she had a technician coming in to make a repair. She was sure Drew Becker could fix it. He had a great reputation along Michigan’s west coast, working on everything from old woodies to upgrading electronics on the nicest yachts. When Miranda met him last fall at Tommy’s Gotcha, he told her to call if she needed anything, adding that he would work for beer and pizza.
“And who is the technician?” asked the manager who overheard and stepped out of her office. Her name was Kelly, Miranda didn’t like her.
“Miranda, you know the rules about using outside contractors. If he’s not on our list, I can’t approve him to come in. Besides, Drew’s working down in the Keys.”
“I know. I’ve missed him.” Miranda was enjoying this little exchange.
“But you said he was fixing your boat.”
“He just got back. I can’t wait to see him!”
The manager looked over the top of her thick round glasses. “He doesn’t seem like your type, Miranda.”
“Trust me, he’s all that… and more.”
“Well, the policy says that only approved contractors, family, and significant others are allowed to work on boats, so if he’s really your boyfriend, I guess I’ll have to allow it.” She looked defeated, poor Kelly.
Miranda smiled and grabbed her cell phone, dodging Neil Lipman on her way down the ramp.
“Drew… hi. Listen, when you come over tonight, put your tools in a picnic basket and meet me at the gate. Yeh, they’re giving me a hard time. When I open the gate, grab me, pull me close, and kiss me like you mean it. They need to think you’re my boyfriend.”
Drew climbed aboard and unpacked his tools– a fuse puller, wire cutters, fish tape, and a bag of Oreo cookies. He offered her one, she took a stack and reached in the fridge for some milk. They made small talk while he unscrambled her wirey mess. A spark, a puff of smoke and he was finished. When she stood up to take a look, he stepped behind her and leaned in close. While he explained the exact nature of the problem, Miranda couldn’t ignore the 6’3″ 230-pound man pressing against her. The grease under his fingernails and the distinct smell of diesel fuel were strangely appealing.
With the fuse box finally fixed by a pro, Miranda was thoroughly unravelled. She blushed, Drew stuttered a quick goodnight. Miranda hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time. She wondered if she might see him again.
14 but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. 15 Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death. James 14-15 (NIV)
To be continued…
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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