Can't believe June is almost over. This year is flying by so quickly. Or maybe it's just so much is out of control it seems that way.
Great week of work. I'm finishing up two big projects and hopefully setting up the groundwork for more. I'd love to find some balance between big jobs and smaller ones.
Had a decent week for viewing. We had some weather roll through, and I took the precaution of not starting anything when we might lose power.
I started a new two-parter of Silent Witness. Kind of an interesting premise and I'm not completely sure where this one is going. I like that.
Caught another episode of Death in Paradise, and it's one I hadn't seen yet. I do love watching the series in chronological order.
Continued my rewatch of Battlestar Galactica with "Final Cut," which is one of my very favorite episodes. There's a lot going on in this one and it's all amazing.
Finished the second season of Only Murders in the Building and, holy hell, I loved how it ended! Can't wait for season three!
Also managed to catch another episode of Classic Rugrats. It brought back some memories because my kiddos wanted to try flan because of this one.
And that's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Follow Me, the opening book of an epic space saga trilogy. I hope.
Here's the mini-blurb:
A will they or won't they wager spurs Molly and Sloan to see how long they can without getting caught.
And a sneaky peek…
Molly pondered Sloan's prediction.
With their history with MacNeill, he might begin with the should've known
betters, but he wouldn't end there. Her mind ticked off several follow-up
scenarios, each one worse than the last.
She'd caught a glimpse
of the disappointment on the commander's face just before he'd slammed the
hatch shut. Damn. She hated letting him down.
Her head snapped up.
"You don't think we'll end up in hack, do you?" Wouldn't be anything
new for her—between her temper and her mouth, a first-name basis had been
established with the marine guard.
Sloan on the other
hand? Usually so squeaky clean he farts bubbles.
He shrugged again.
"Who knows?"
The night's events were
catching up with him. He looked so weary.
She put her feet up on
an adjacent chair. "Yeah. Let's just deal with whatever happens, when it
happens." She could almost feel the dull throb he must've had behind his
eyes … the one where the buzz wore off and the hangover kicked in.
He closed his eyes a
moment. "My head hurts too much to think about it right now." He
leaned forward, elbows on the table and steepled his fingers to put pressure
against his forehead, gently rubbing in a circular motion.
He continued to massage
his head and she let the comparative silence draw out. Watching his fingers
work, she flashed to having them on her … and in her … in the commander's
quarters. Who knew it would be like that with us? They'd been friends
for a long time … hell, she'd been engaged to his best friend before he'd been
lost on the recon mission.
As different as night
and day, Sloan and Lachlan were opposite sides of the same coin. She couldn't
really make a comparison between them, and, in her mind, that probably counted
as a good thing. Things are weird enough without adding my former fiancé to
the mix.
Gods, how long had it
been since she'd thought of Lachlan? Such a big part of her life. The first man
she remotely considered as more than a great lay. The first to break through
and reach her on a personal level. Then meeting Sloan and finding another
friend for life? Molly counted herself lucky to be the recipient of such
blessings.
She shook herself out
of that train of thought. She couldn't think about Lachlan right now. Picking
back up on Sloan's fingers, she got warm pondering all the things she'd love
him to use them for. Long and lean, they shouldn't fit with the rest of his
body. But they did. Compact, solid, and certainly built, Sloan stayed in shape.
Always. Much to the hatred of the other pilots.
Molly grinned. One of
the first directives Sloan sent through as CAG, a new fitness program, still
made them grumble. Sloan turned a deaf ear to the complaints. In his mind, as
long as they were on the run from an enemy that outpaced them in every way
except the physical, his men would be as fit as possible.
That directive counted
as the only thing he continued to have significant trouble with since assuming
the position of lead pilot. The former CAG, well-seasoned major that he'd been,
let the pilots skate on the physical side as long as they could fly planes.
Molly supported Sloan's efforts wholeheartedly and agreed with his reasoning
completely.
It slayed her that the
one thing that set off Sloan's usually calm demeanor was a group of pilots
bitching about keeping fit for duty.
Talk about a match
to powder.
A riled-up Sloan? Whew.
Something to behold. The man elevated a scathing set down to an art form. Using
a few well-chosen words to get his point across, he left no doubt how
unpleasant the repercussions would be for anyone not on board with the regimen.
The pilots might not like it, but he'd earned their grudging respect for not
folding under the initial barrage of very vocal feedback.
Molly had the advantage
of knowing Sloan prior to the attacks. She knew what lay beneath the surface.
How difficult being thrust into a position he wasn't ready for made things.
She'd had firsthand experience with the slow burn of Sloan's temper. He rarely
reached a hard boil but watch out if he did. And once he reached meltdown, his
anger ebbed as slowly as it built. Giving him some distance for a few days
tended to be a good idea.
In contrast, push her
buttons and she lashed out fast and her temper faded quickly. Opposite of
Sloan. They were on opposite ends of the spectrum. Which turned out to be a
good thing. If she'd known how explosive they'd be together, she would have
plotted a way to set up a good hard screw a hell of a lot sooner.
Even wigged out, she
couldn't deny the sex had been damn good.
Speaking of … Sloan
mentioned about that, didn't he? And, well, they had some time to kill.
She snapped her fingers
in front of his far-away gaze. "Sloan?" Waited until he focused blue
eyes on her. "Didn't you say something about mind-blowing sex?" Kind
of weird to talk about it but reliving it in her head had her blood heating
again, which made her uncomfortable.
Sloan glanced away,
coloring slightly. "Fuck, Molly. I should have known you wouldn't let that
one slide." His voice went a little sheepish like he hadn't meant to say
it out loud.
But he had and they
might as well talk about it.
Molly picked up on the
humor, used it as the ice breaker. "Let it slide?" She shook her head
back and forth. "No way. Sloan MacNeill mentions mind-blowing sex and I'm
going to let it slide. I don't think so." They usually teased each other
mercilessly when one of them got laid.
Except … it'd never
been quite like this.
"The fact you were
referencing me is the kicker. Never would have thought that possible."
Molly chuckled awkwardly, desperately trying to keep things light.
Then she braced
herself.
Whatever Sloan said
next would set the tone between them from this point forward. She honestly didn't
know what she hoped for.
This story is so close to my heart, and I've been working on the three books to iron out all the intricacies. Here's hoping I get it all right.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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