I had planned to spend today outside, at least part of the day, finishing the garden clean-up at the boys’ and their neighbor. But my ‘service engine soon’ indicator came on in the car when I hit the highway, so I turned around and came home to get all my chores done here instead, and I’ll go up tomorrow with my hubs to do it. Not exactly how I’d envisioned the weekend, but shit happens.
I just put the last load of laundry into the dryer, dishes are done, trash is out, and we have leftovers in the fridge for dinner tonight, so I’ll cook tomorrow when we get back from the boys’. Which means writing time. Also, since we’ve hit the start of the new month, I have to pin down this month’s writing goals today as well.
So, before I get to those things, I have a quick snippet for you from Hunting Medusa.
He moved fast, flipping her on top of him before she realized his intent.
Andi blinked, then felt her heart pound faster. The Harvester had muscles on his muscles.
Not the best time to be noticing that, perhaps.
She watched him warily as he shifted under near, settled her close, then stretched their cuffed wrists away from their sides. She put her free hand on his shoulder and pushed herself up a little. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you tired.” His other hand slid up her spine to the nape of her neck, where his fingers started massaging the tight muscles.
“Stop it.” She shifted her head to one side, then the other, but his strong fingers continued exactly what they’d been doing. She frowned down at him.
He smiled innocently.
“That doesn’t work for me.” It did feel good, though. Not that she’d tell him.
Kallan’s bright gaze slid down from her eyes to her mouth, almost like an actual touch on her lips.
She swallowed. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Too late,” he murmured, using his grip at her nape to bring her closer.
Andi sucked in a startled breath when he brushed his mouth along hers. “You’re sick.”
It was his turn to blink. “What?”
“You’re here to kill me, right?”
His brows dipped into a frown.
“You’re not supposed to be…screwing me, too.” She blushed.
His frown disappeared. “I’m not trying to screw you. Just kiss you, Andrea.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock.
“Well, that makes it much easier,” he said softly, lifting his head to catch her lips.
Is your weekend going according to plan? Or are you rearranging your schedule like I am? Here’s hoping the new week stays on track!
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