Our weekend has been very wet again, but this time it was actually in the forecast, so I planned ahead, knowing what the next week and a half look like for me at the day-job: chores on Saturday, mental health break day on Sunday. I almost accomplished all the chores yesterday, but I definitely accomplished my mental health break today after wrapping up the last couple of chores. I watched a couple of movies, read a favorite author and relaxed. It was a good day for it, too, since it rained pretty hard most of the day. It probably would have been a good day for a nap, too, but I had other things on my lazy Sunday to-do list. Tomorrow it’ll be back to the insanity at the day-job, with no break for about 9 days. Then it’s vacation week, and I will probably spend the entire first day doing nothing to recuperate.
Before I get my things together for tomorrow, I have a little story snippet for you, from Hunting Medusa.
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She wouldn’t be able to come back to her house if she didn’t kill him, concern or no concern. He hadn’t needed to take such good care of her, though, in order to keep her alive. She frowned. He could have handcuffed her in the basement and tossed down bread and water. She pushed aside the brewing confusion—she had bigger problems right now than trying to figure out the Harvester’s motivation.
He steered her downstairs to the kitchen, and she didn’t argue when he pointed to one of the chairs at the table and went to work on breakfast.
Even if she did kill him, it sounded like his cousin was well on his way to finding her, which meant she still couldn’t come back to her house.
The thought made her a bit sad. She loved this house—alone in the woods, with the beautiful forest in summer, and a fantastic view of the valley below in the fall and winter. Even if she was lonely sometimes.
His laptop beeped from its spot on the counter, and he turned away from the stove to look at it. His expression hardened in a flash. “Damn.”
Andi didn’t like that look. “What?”
“Stavros.”
A shiver snaked its way up her spine, and she folded her arms over her chest. “Not so happy with you?”
“He’s already on his way back. He’ll be here by tonight.”
She shot to her feet. Dealing with one Harvester at a time was a challenge, but she couldn’t possibly handle two. Not now. Thalia’s words rang in her head. Danger is coming from more than one direction. Well, hell.
Kallan caught her gaze. “We can’t wait until tomorrow, Andrea.”
She shook her head, panic freezing her lungs, then swelling and rising into her throat so it nearly choked her.
“All right. Breakfast, and then we need to go.” He stirred something in the pot and then shut off the burner.
Andi didn’t want breakfast. She just wanted to move. Her stomach churned uneasily, and her head started to thump in time with her heart.
He put a bowl on the table in front of her and touched her shoulder. “You need to eat.”
She glanced down at the bowl, filled with steaming oatmeal, sprinkled with cinnamon and raisins, and felt a lump in her throat. “I’m not hungry.”
“You’ll need it later.” He pushed her shoulder gently, and she sank back onto the chair.
He sat beside her, tucking into his own breakfast.
After a moment, she picked up her spoon and stuck it into the oatmeal. He was right, damn him.
“Andrea.”
She looked up at his gentle tone.
“Will you trust me not to let him get you?”
How could she trust a man destined to kill her?
As if he read the question on her face, his jaw clenched. “I promise, agaph, he won’t kill you. I won’t let him.”
His vow rang out in the still room, and for some reason, it made her panic subside just a little. She let out a shaky breath and lifted some oatmeal to her mouth.
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Now I’m off to wrap up a couple little things before I call it a day. I hope you all have an easy week ahead!