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Plans for the Day

Today would have been good to spend lounging around with a good book. After the little bit of snow we got yesterday (before it changed to sleet and freezing rain) mostly melted since it warmed up, but it's still chilly with a winter breeze outside.

Instead of curling up in a chair with a book today, though, I spent about half the day working on putting my office back together finally. My supply closet now has all the things back on the shelves, except for the top shelf that got painted yesterday, but I have a three-day weekend next week, so I can finish putting that together and getting the office stuff out of my book room at last. Even with hubs painting yesterday, I got some writing done, and I'm off to a good start for the year, only one day this past week that I didn't put new words on pages and I'm okay with that. As soon as I get an apple crisp in the oven, I'm going to write some more.

Before I get back to writing and baking, I have a quick snippet for you this week from Light the Way Home.


            Nate schooled his expression to neutrality before turning around. Hayden’s chin jutted stubbornly, and his blue eyes narrowed. “I’m saying Lucie might be busy right now,” Nate said evenly. “Maybe we’ll see her outside tomorrow.”

            “I can knock on the door.” His son crossed his arms on his chest, covering the spotted blue dog graphic. “She said we’d play later, and it’s later.”

            “We can check, but, buddy, you have to promise not to be upset if she’s busy. Plus it’ll be suppertime soon, so we’ll be busy here, too.”

            Hayden’s chin jutted out further.

            “Just don’t get your hopes up,” he said, trying to keep his tone from dropping in defeat.

            Hayden bolted for the back door.

            Nate followed more slowly, picking up his son’s jacket from the chair inside the door. By the time he reached the bottom step, he heard his son’s voice, then Lucie spoke in reply, though he couldn’t hear the words. When he cleared the lilac bushes, he expected to see Hayden’s shoulders droop.

            He was a little surprised to see the two of them walking into the middle of the neighboring yard while Lucie bounced the big yellow ball on one hand. Huh. He would’ve bet on her putting Hayden off. He paused at the open gate between the yards to watch them. They’d stopped, and she crouched in front of Hayden, who chattered a mile a minute. She nodded as she rose.

            Hayden jogged backward a few steps, grinning, then held out both hands.

            Lucie gave the ball another bounce before she tossed it to him.

            His son caught it, giggling. “Too easy,” he shouted. He jumped once, then moved a few more steps away from her. “Ready?”

            “Ready!” She leaned forward and held out her hands.

            Nate wished he could see her expression.

            Hayden lobbed the ball at her, and she caught it before it hit her in the face. He smiled and shook his head when his laughing son danced backward a couple more paces. “Throw it again!”

            “You sure you can catch it so far away?” The tease in her voice made Nate relax. Lucie Russo might be a nice woman. Mindi and Harry trusted her, which meant she was okay.

            But she seemed to be enjoying his son, genuinely enjoying him. Maybe she had nieces or nephews–she was comfortable, chatting with Hayden as they played catch.

            He leaned on the fence to watch.

            “Daddy, come play with us!”

            Lucie straightened and looked over her shoulder, eyes widening.

            Nate felt a little kick in his gut at the appealing image–pink cheeks, green eyes that tipped up at the outer corners, full lower lip dropping a tiny bit. Lucie Russo was pretty.


I'm aiming for new words every day this week, and probably little bits of getting the office together throughout the week, with the bulk of it next weekend I think.

How is your January starting? I'd love to hear.


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