I know I’m not the only one who keeps a regular to-do list. Or whose to-do list seems to grow without us being aware of it.
Right now I have a million things I need or want to do, and zero motivation to do any of them. I’m still checking things off, though not as many or as fast as I’d like, but things have to get done. Like laundry. I know lots of us are working from home these days, but we still have to go out occasionally, so pajamas aren’t acceptable then. Or meal planning. At the moment, we have plenty of food in the house, between pantry and freezer, and I want none of it. Or to have to do anything with any of it. I’ll do it anyway later, because I have two 13 hour days at the day-job starting tomorrow, and I’m going to need something ready to heat and eat. So I’ll cook when I get finished with this blog post for the week.
What I really want to do is curl up on the couch with a book or Netflix and ignore the to-do list. Since I can’t do that, I will reward myself later with some Turn or Longmire on Netflix while supper, whatever that turns out to be, is cooking.
Before I get back to the chores, I have a quick snippet of Protecting Medusa for you.
Philomena kept the smile on her face while she watched them go, though worry niggled into her chest. They needed to be safe.
The heavy weight of Ryder’s arm settled on her shoulder. “They’ll be fine for tonight,” he murmured near her ear while outside a car started.
She nodded, biting her lower lip. They had to be. If anything happened to them, it was on her head.
“And I have to go.” He stepped away and took his coat from the hook behind the door.
She grabbed the nearest jacket, which was too light for the brisk winter night, but she pulled it on anyway, then walked outside with him, noting her mother’s headlights leading away from the house. “You’re going to be careful, aren’t you?”
“I’m always careful.” He shot her a bad boy grin that had her heart racing as they made their way along the sidewalk to the front of the house, where she saw his truck parked out front now beside the mailbox.
“Nothing can happen to you, Ryder. You have Jason to worry about.”
He kept walking.
“Are you listening to me?” She glared up at him when he came to a stop beside the truck.
He put his arm around her shoulders. “Are you more worried about Jason? Or me?”
She blinked. “I’m worried about what will happen to Jason if something happens to you.” He smelled really good. Her pounding heart sped up still more. He stood too close. She needed a distraction. “You know Desi is a lousy parent. Might as well not even be a parent.”
“What if something did happen to me? Would you miss me?” He bent nearer, his mouth almost grazing her temple.
She tried to concentrate on his words, but the awareness rushing through her made it difficult. And dammit, she couldn’t even blame it on pre-curse hormones.
“Would you be upset if I were hurt?” His mouth slid down her cheek, hot, damp. Tempting.
Desire raced along her veins. Under her sweater, her nipples tightened in anticipation.
“Mena?” He licked the corner of her mouth.
She gasped, and he swooped in, covering her open mouth with his, and pressed her against the side of the truck, his warmth compensating for the cold metal at her back.
He was aroused again. The heavy erection nudging her belly made her panties wetter.
Shocked by her reaction, she couldn’t resist anyway, lifting into his kiss.
“Wrap your legs around me, Mena,” he whispered against her lips.
What does your to-do list look like this week? Lots of day-to-day mixed with day-job, plus Thanksgiving prep? Will you get it all finished? Or will your list continue on into next week like mine?
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