Happy
Father's Day to all the great and wonderful dads out there, my own included. :D
It's fun to reflect
on my relationship with my dad. We didn't always see eye to eye and had a few
rocky years to get through. I think it's why I love to write about troubled
waters between dads and sons and/or daughters. In my case, I got lucky and my
dad and I grew as individuals and found our common ground. My husband and his father
never quite got to a place where they could embrace their differences and
discuss them without rancor.
Tonight's post is
from Hand of Fate and it features a dad and son relationship where they
work together. I get to pull from personal experience—my dad and I (and my two
brothers) worked for the same company for almost ten years and often had to
check the personal relationship at the door—so much easier said than done. J
Here's the tagline:
Ada Kurtz and Clark
Wellington are great at their jobs, and either could pull off an upcoming
mission. But when Ada gets injured, she's relegated to the sidelines, planning
the operation and calling the shots for Clark. He has to take out an enemy
satellite which won't be easy without Ada flying his wing.
And the sneaky peek…
Ada Kurtz stared at the fitrep in
her hand. Clark Wellington wanted to do what? Put her on notice? Oh…no effing
way. She rose from the table and stormed out of the rec room.
God damn the man. Since when
could he not take a joke?
Okay…the last one she pulled had
been low. Grabbing his clothes, along with any stray towels, and leaving a
trail from the showers to the senior pilots' quarters seemed like such a cool
idea when it hit. She didn't know the commander would be conducting a walk
through of the ship. So it couldn’t be her fault he caught his son traipsing through
the corridors while wet, dripping, and naked.
Ada kind of made it her personal
mission in life to loosen Clark up. She appreciated his high standards, but
yeesh, sometimes he needed a good swift bite of reality. Normal folks didn't
maintain a rigid hold on themselves 24/7. Clark could be fun…when he relaxed.
He just forgot to do it more often than not. Occasionally he needed a reminder…and
she never failed to provide one. Which got her in trouble. She thought the
clothes thing a necessary evil. A prank designed to get him out of his
headspace and down with the regular people.
Too bad Clark didn't see it the
same way.
She might need a new personal
mission. Or maybe examine why she picked getting Clark to relax as one. She
respected the hell out of him, but fought a powerful attraction, too.
Everything about the man screamed commitment and they had a war to fight.
Everyone knew bad juju hit when pilots tried to hook up for more than a good,
hard fuck.
And Ada had a feeling—deep in her
gut—one time would snowball into something so much more. So yeah, right,
exactly. She'd keep to the status quo for now. She pushed Clark's buttons and
he used her as the example.
But it didn't mean he got to put
her on notice. Hurrying though the causeway, still reading the nasty report, Ada
missed the yellow caution signs. Her focus on getting to Clark as soon as
possible distracted her from everything else.
She rounded a corner and hit the
wet, slippery surface of the deck, skidding several feet before—BAM!—down she
went. Hard.
Son of a bitch.
Clark will obviously
feel awful about Ada's injury, but he'll also have a chance to see her work
behind the scenes and maybe find a new kind of respect for what she can do. J
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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