I'm hoping anyone in the path of a hurricane is hunkered down and safe. I have family in Florida and a best friend in Texas—who survived Harvey relatively unscathed—and they haven't seen the last of the crazy, intense storms.
From what I'm seeing on previews, it looks like The Last Ship will have a huge storm to deal with on screen. They're oddly in step with real world events, which is one of the bizarre yet cool things. Last week's episode ended up being way better than I thought it would be. And Mike didn't die so bonus points for that.
I'm completely caught up on Teen Wolf and, wow, things are getting super intense. Gerard is batshit, per usual, but on a whole new level. And the guidance teacher chick, whose name I never remember, is annoyingly single-minded. Looking forward to tonight's episode to see what new blast from the past appears.
I caught the finale of Killjoys and it didn't disappoint. I'm so happy we get two more seasons of this cast and crew. I'm very interested in where the storyline involving the lady will go. And, of course, I need my Jacobi brother fix… sandwiched or not.
I also got caught up and watched the finale of Wynonna Earp. This show… is total gold. Somewhat like Lost Girl, the show hasn't met a genre rule it won't break and I love it even more because of that. I'm excited to see what next season brings.
I should be starting The Defenders this week and catching up with season seven of Hawaii Five-0. I'm also thinking about starting the British drama Fearless, which stars one of my favorite actors.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Living with Scars, a novella that explores the different facets of love.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Britta Dane, a woman who avoids entanglements, lets Yale Sullivan get a little too close. But when she finds a way to put some distance between them, she lands behind enemy lines. When she finally returns, a little broken and torn up with guilt, she has to find a way to get her brand of normal back.
And a sneaky peek…
Britta's mouth turned down. "You read the report. You know what happened to me out there." She clearly wanted to push his buttons.
Too bad, he'd decided not to let her. "Yeah. I do." He leaned forward, angling in close to her. "But you've been banged up before and bounced back. There's more to it than that." He glanced up and caught her gaze. "Don't insult me by trying to play it off as less than it is. You've been on this track for months. And if you won't talk to me about it… find someone else to listen and work through your shit." It came out more harshly than he wanted it to but, dammit, she had him worried.
Her brow lifted. "Is that an order?"
He shook his head. "Jesus, Britt. Does it have to be?" Tooth and nail, she fought every step of the way.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it should." She sat back and crossed her leg over her knee.
Frustrated she refused to open up, he shot off the couch. "God. There's no talking to you anymore. Hasn't been since you left and came back. Why?" It made him insane. They used to be able to talk no matter what.
Losing the bored act, she jumped up, too. "Because everything changed. And you're the one who changed it."
Yale spun around to face her. "I changed it?" He shook his head back and forth. "Oh no, Britt. I don't think so. There were two of us in the room that night." He leveled his gaze at her. "You're the one who walked away."
She snarled. "Because you broke the rules."
He threw his hands up. "And there it is. The unwritten law according to Britta Dane." He paced back and forth. "You know, you really oughtta write this stuff down. Would help to know when one of your zillion lines might get crossed."
The nasty look she threw him probably should've set his hair on fire. Oddly, she kept her mouth shut.
It surprised him. "What? No response?" He strode to stand in front of her, toe-to-toe. "Tell me I don't make sense? Here I am thinking we were on the same page. You're into me… I'm into you… we come this close to tearing each other's clothes off." He mashed his fingers together for emphasis. "Hell, we did tear our clothes off and five minutes later you shut it down." Deflated, anger gone, he asked. "Why? Because I mentioned the future?"
Her eyes slid shut and she nodded. "Pretty much."
He opened his mouth and closed it again. Her honesty threw him. He took a moment to regroup and put some space between them, moving to stand beside the couch.
"So we argue about it the next day and you storm out. Less than twenty-four hours later you volunteer for a mission that's risky at best, get the XO to sign off on it, and leave without so much as a farewell." He let his eyes meet hers. "I needed you here, Britt. Regardless of anything else that went down between us, I needed you." She had to know that.
Her face worked hard, emotions sliding over it, guilt being prominent.
Then her expression hardened. "You got along just fine without me."
He huffed out a breath. "Maybe. But I'm always better with you. The other stuff doesn't mean jack." He waited a beat then asked. "Why'd you go?"
Yale has persistence and won't stop until Britta finally comes clean with him.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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