Sunday Snippet: Perfect Conversation

Hello!

Yeesh, first day of September. That means the holidays are just around the corner. I know, right? How is that possible? According to our local Dollar General, Halloween stuff has to be displayed before the kids even go back to school the third week of August. *shakes head* I fully expect to see Christmas stuff out within the next two weeks. *shudder*

Thankfully, my post tonight isn't about holiday stuff. Perfect Conversation features two characters who know each other so well they sometimes forget how important speaking about the big stuff truly is.

Here's the tagline:

Gigi Morse ran away from Scott Alamead because she didn't want to risk losing him. But when she returns, a very different Scott greets her and Gigi realizes she's right back on the hot seat.

And the sneaky peek…

"Wow. That was some kiss." Gigi touched her fingertips to her bottom lip.

Scott's mouth curved, but didn't make a full on smile. A flash of black hair caught his attention and Scott didn't spare another glance for Gigi Morse, freshly back from an information gathering mission. He only had eyes for the woman she brought back. Riva Dinari. Enemy agent, betrayer, evil bitch. Scott snarled, low in his throat, and grabbed the prisoner, shoving her up against the wall and wrapping his hand around her throat. He drew his sidearm and cocked the gun, aiming it at Riva's head.

Three guards grabbed hold of Scott, trying to drag him away from the prisoner, stripping the gun from him, but Scott held firm with the death grip.

Gigi leapt forward. "Scott, what the hell?"

He kept his eyes on Riva. "This piece of garbage you brought back had her group shoot the commander at point blank range." The rage still burned in his gut and the three guys trying to pry his fingers from around the prisoner's throat and yank him back could go down with her. Scott didn't care anymore.

Gigi sucked in a breath. "Is he—" She broke off, unable to ask the question. Stan Alamead meant a lot to her, too.

Didn't mean Scott would be quick to forgive Gigi. She had a long list of transgressions.

Scott finally slid his gaze in her direction. "Don't know. Dead, not dead. Doesn't matter. She should die either way." He focused back on the prisoner.

Gigi grasped his arm. "Maybe." Her voice dropped to lower tones. "But you're not exactly the poster boy for logical decisions right now, are you?" Her hand gripped his arm harder and tugged him closer to her. "Mutiny? Geez, Scott. Again, I ask, what the hell? At least I was under orders for my little adventure."

He jerked his free arm away. "You have no idea. No idea what it's been like since you left, dammit." He leaned in close and snarled. "So back off." He tightened his grip on Riva's throat and aimed the weapon again.

Gigi grabbed both arms this time. "God dammit, Scott. Think about this. We should interrogate her. Get whatever intel we can." Her voice dipped again. "She's got important information."

Scott shot her a hard look. "You better be sure about that." He loosened his fingers, but didn't move his hand.

"She's not. But I am." The minister of defense entered the holding area. "Take a walk, Captain Alamead. I'll handle things from here."

Scott opened his mouth to argue, but Gigi snagged his hand and dragged him from the room.

She stopped at the end of the corridor. "Criminy Scott. Were you seriously going to argue with the minister of defense? Things really have changed around here." She shook her head. "I was only gone six weeks."

Scott let out a heavy sigh. "It was a long six weeks, Geege."

He truly wanted to unload, but he held back. She'd left him—high and dry—and while happy to see her, he also had a strong urge to snap and snarl at her. At the moment, with each close to their limit, having a chat would probably get violent.

She snorted. "I'll say. You're chummy enough with the MoD to be out here instead of back with the fleet."  She leveled her gaze on him. "It's insane. What the hell are you thinking?" She spun around, started pacing and shook her head back and forth.

She'd walked into a viper pit and didn't quite know how to handle it. Good heaven knew he had a buttload of recent experience with that feeling.

He should tell her everything. Explain about the 2IC declaring martial law. Fill her in on why he'd left even though his uncle's life hung in the balance. But he wouldn't.

He couldn't get into it. Not right now. But she had a point. His crap decisions were all about being too close to the situation. And not her fault.

"You know what? I'm not thinking right now." He pushed off from the wall. "It's good to have you back, Gigi." He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before moving away from her side.

Shoving his hands in his pockets he started down the corridor, leaving Gigi to go back in with the minister or get some sleep, whichever she preferred.  

Don't worry, it won't take long for Gigi to get up to speed and start making things happen. She'll get Scott back on track, even if blood has to be shed to make it happen. J

That's all for this week. Catch everyone on the flip.

ML Skye