Taming the Carefree Billionaire - Marie Higgins Page 0,12
to help you find your car?” the middle-aged man asked warily.
Thomas chuckled softly. “No, but thanks anyway.”
The blank expression on the man’s face clearly showed he didn’t know what Thomas was talking about. “Well, all right.” The man caught up with his friends as they entered the restaurant.
Thomas looked back at the oddly dressed man. Why wasn’t anyone else staring at the man as if he didn’t belong in this century?
“Actually, Mr. Powers,” the little man grinned sheepishly, “I think you do need my help. You see, you are on the wrong road and I need to get you back on the right one.”
He tried ignoring the man as he searched the parking lot. “Oh, I think I know where I parked my car... and it’s not on the wrong road.” Thomas flipped his hand toward the stranger. “Please, go bother someone else and leave me alone.”
Thomas started heading toward his car, now that he remembered where he’d parked. The little man continued to follow him like a lost puppy. Not often was Thomas a mean person, but when people didn’t leave him alone – mainly paparazzi and pretty women with cameras – that’s when he put his foot down and his temper showed.
“No, Mr. Powers, you don’t understand,” the man said. “The road that you are going down is the one that needs to change.”
Thomas balled his hands into fists and took larger steps. After all, he had long legs and yet, the other man still managed to keep up with him. As he neared the vehicle that looked like his car, he stopped suddenly and frowned. “This isn’t my car.” He scratched his head. “I thought I parked in the north parking lot.”
“No, Mr. Powers. You did not park here.”
Growling under his breath, Thomas swung around, facing the short man and shot him a glare. “Seriously? You know where I parked? Does that mean you are stalking me?”
The man’s innocent expression stayed on his face as he arched an eyebrow. “I am not quite certain what you mean by stalking, however, I do know you parked over there.” He pointed toward the south parking lot.
“Okay, that’s it.” Thomas huffed and folded his arms, glaring at the little man. “What do you want with me?”
“Well, the road—”
“Besides telling me I’m on the wrong road,” Thomas snapped.
“Mr. Powers, if you would just listen to me, you will understand what I am talking about.”
“What is your name?” Thomas clipped.
“Percy, Percy Mills, sir.”
“From Alaska, right?” Thomas briefly remembered their conversation the other morning. Percy had mentioned being from a higher elevation.
Another couple walked by Thomas, looking at him with a strange, confused expression. In fact, it was almost the same kind of look that that first man had given Thomas when he offered to help him find his car. Thomas stared at them as they passed by, wondering why they acted so oddly.
“No, Mr. Powers. I’m not from Alaska,” Percy said. “I’m from Heaven.”
“Heaven?” Thomas scrubbed his jaw, knowing he’d heard a town like that somewhere. “Oh, that’s right. I remember now. There’s a place called Swede Heaven and it’s in Washington.”
“No, sir.” Percy shook his head. “I’m from Heaven.” He pointed up toward the sky. “I’m an angel.”
Slowly, Percy’s words sank into Thomas’s head and he suddenly realized what was going on. He laughed out loud, pointing a finger at the man. “Someone is pulling a prank on me.” He laughed louder and glanced around the parking lot. Two women walked by, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Are you in on it, too?” he asked them. “It was Cole, right?”
They both shook their heads and quickened their steps to pass him. He turned back to Percy. “You can just go back and tell Cole that he’s not funny. It didn’t work. I’m not falling for it this time.”
A man walked past Thomas and grumbled. “Get a taxi and save some lives. Don’t drink and drive.”
Thomas barked another laugh. “What’s he talking about? Why is everyone looking at me that way? Do I have food in my teeth or something? Gads, do I look like I’m drunk?”
“They think you are talking to yourself, sir.”
Thomas narrowed his gaze on Percy. “Why would they think that?”
“They cannot see me.”
“Listen, Percy,” Thomas shoved his fingers through his hair as irritation flowed through him, “I think you are the one who has had too much to drink. I suggest that you go into this restaurant here and buy yourself a cup of coffee and