October 5, 2014
Greetings!
Ugh. I got a few
days off and decided to get a nasty cold. LOL Nothing like mixing sinus meds
with everything else. :D
This week in TV is
almost a bust. I don't think I've watched anything in real time, with the
exception of Sons of Anarchy. No
comment from me, but my big wish from a few weeks ago still holds true AND I'm
pretty sure Jax is fighting a war from within. We'll find out if I'm on the
right track soon. J
Arrow premiers this week and hopefully I'll be home to watch it live. I can't
wait. And this time next week should see The
Walking Dead gracing my screen again. YAY!
Tonight's post is
from Hedging Bets, a sexy short where my main characters have to work out their
issues or stay stuck in a brig cell.
Here's the tagline:
Lettie and Thane have issues that are getting in the way of
their work and are thrown into separate cells for being insubordinate to a
superior officer. Their commander decides they can stay locked up—in the same
cell—until they work their crap out or one of them calls for a body bag.
And a sneaky peek…
Thad Sorenson had had enough. He requested
the corporal to unlock Lettie's cell and ordered her into Thane's.
"If you think I'm going to
apologize to him."
"If you think I'm going to
apologize to her."
"Enough!" Sorenson
shouted. "You two better work it out. Now." He grabbed the keys from
the corporal and locked them in together. "You can leave, Corporal. Other
than bringing them their meals, I don't want anyone else in here. Use the
station outside until I order otherwise."
The corporal nodded and exited
the brig with the captain.
Lettie whirled around. "I
hate you." She paced back and forth.
Thane snorted. "Feeling's
mutual." He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
She stopped mid stride.
"What the hell crawled up your old man's ass?" She dropped down onto
the single cot. "We fight and argue all the time. Why pick now to get all
pissed off about it?"
Thane frowned and pondered the
question. He and Lettie did have a tendency to take opposite sides in any
conversation… and yeah, sometimes their discussions grew heated. But Thane
couldn't come up with a quick or easy answer for why his dad would put them in
a cell together and tell the corporal to leave. Unless… memories of his dad
making Thane and his brother Trace stay in their tree house until they either
duked it out or made peace hit Thane hard. His dad wouldn't pull a juvenile
move like that would he? Ha. Yes, he would.
Thane snagged the chair in the corner
and dragged it in front of the cot. "Maybe my dad sees something between
you and me and wants us to either work it out or get over it." Lettie made
a skeptical face. "Something like what?" She kicked her boots off and
swung her legs up onto the thin mattress.
Thane quirked a brow. "Come
on, Lettie. It's just you and me in this cell. What do you think he sees?"
He followed her lead and toed off his shoes.
Lettie hopped up and paced the
floor again. "Nothing that requires us to be locked in a small space
together." She paused and shot him a sideways glance. "Right?"
He should've expected her to
hedge her reply. He stood and closed the distance between them, backing her
into the corner of the cell.
Leaning in, he spoke quietly.
"I'm not so sure about that…" He tilted his head. "My old man
rarely makes a bet he can't win. I'd wager he figures some alone time is a sure
fix."
Lettie nodded, her tongue
flicking out over her lower lip before she lifted her chin. Thane slanted his
mouth over hers and holy hell, why did they argue so much when they could've
been doing the lip lock thing?
I've been saying
this a lot lately, but Lettie and Thane are sooooo much fun to write. :D
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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