A very long week with
wild weather and lots of things going on, including back-to-school shenanigans,
roadwork, and tons of laundry.
Kind of a repeat
from last week with thunderstorms rolling through the state and a day or two of
plain old rain, which is actually kind of nice … except for flooding, which we
didn't have but other areas in the state did.
Work stayed busy. Still
removing images from a manuscript to get it ready for a copy edit. But the good
news is I should finish up today or tomorrow. I put the project aside when we
had storms because I won't change losing all the work put in so far.
Pretty decent viewing
week even with the wild weather. Made it through my full slate of shows and had
a couple of binge watches of Death in Paradise and Beyond Paradise.
Started with an
episode of Marple and thoroughly enjoyed it. Very different from another
version and a great cast.
Finished up Coastal
Ireland and loved it. Especially enjoy watching someone who loves the
country show their favorite locations.
Caught another
episode of Beyond Paradise and I'm truly wondering how things will end
up working out with Anne being on the committee overseeing the police. Here's
hoping she finds a way to keep the team together.
Watched another episode
of Poirot and, whew, what a very twisty mystery. And a great cast made
it all work.
Elementary had another great offering. I enjoy seeing
Sherlock not at his best but also watching Joan kind of rally behind him. And
he's still got a leg up on everyone else even with the post-concussion stuff
he's going through.
Caught another
episode of Young Justice and quite enjoyed watching the team work
together while defying orders.
Enjoyed another episode
of Star Trek Lower Decks and I'm so happy the lower deckers are back
together. Also loved seeing T'Lyn going the extra mile to fill the gap Tendi
left and then join in the celebration when she returned.
No backburner shows
this week. We'll see if there's time week, but probably not as I have a long
day on Saturday to meet my cousins for our annual get together.
That's the life update
this week. Tonight's post is from Game of One, a sexy short that brings
a couple together over a game of darts.
Here's the
miniblurb:
Lacie Brooks's annual Valentine's Day tradition of
getting laid and letting off steam is cut short when she shoots her mouth off
to the wrong superior officer. Stuck on base, she finds a way to pass her
restricted time with Ren Blankenship by playing a Game of One. Too bad for
Lacie, Ren decides to turn the tables on her and win for a change.
And a sneaky peek…
Ren thought he might be in trouble
when he found himself alone in the rec room with Lacie. She turned toward him
with a sly grin and produced a bottle of Andromedian whiskey. Oh yeah, she had
something planned. The question he should ask? What would it cost him this time
… credits or a strip of dignity?
Raising an eyebrow, he figured he'd
probably better find out.
Smiling wide, Lacie pulled two
tumblers off the shelf, placing them on the table. "You play darts?"
Nodding toward the set on the next table, she looked up, slowly unscrewing the
cap off the bottle. "The name of the game is—one bull's eye or one shot—you
miss, you drink." Lacie topped off two glasses. "You up for it?"
Oh … definitely.
He didn't know why, especially when
she seemed to know more about him than comfort allowed, but Lacie didn't seem
to be aware he held the record at the Io Academy for most bull's eyes in a row.
This could be fun.
The trick would be not letting her
know that.
Keeping his face impassive, Ren
took a moment before answering. "So … I don't hit the target, I down a
shot, right?" He considered the board for a full minute as if
contemplating his decision, then glanced down at the full shot glasses before
lifting his gaze to hers. "I don't know, Lacie … this could be all kinds
of trouble." For her.
Lacie's voice dropped low, daring
him. "C'mon, Ren. It's called the game of one … and it's just for fun…"
Her head tilted sideways, eyes full of challenge. "Don't go soft on me
now." The smirk she sent his way decided it for him.
He had no doubt she made the name
of the game up on the spot. And … he'd bet she planned to get him drunk, make
him do something bug-ass stupid, then crow about it for all eternity. Lacie had
worked that way for as long as he could remember.
He might just have to turn the
tables on her just this once. Possibly in more ways than one. She thought she
had the upper hand, but he'd walk away the winner this time out. And maybe his
prize would be sitting her down for a heart-to-heart.
But first, Lacie Brooks would go
down in flames.
Feigning reluctance, Ren heaved a
sigh. "Still think this is a bad idea…" He scooped up the darts,
weighing them in his hands, getting a feel for them. "But okay … I'm in."
Separating the missiles by color, he held up both sets to let Lacie choose. "Why
don't you go first … show me how it's done?"
Stepping back, he caught her wink
at him then watched while she settled into a relaxed stance as she concentrated
on the target.
Breathing in, she fired off the
three darts in rapid succession, exhaling when the last one landed.
The first two hit close but missed.
The third found its mark … hugging the outer most edge of the center circle … but
still a bull's eye.
Turning toward him, Lacie wore a
huge smirk, but she didn't say anything. Ren shrugged as if admitting potential
defeat.
Picking up his darts, he nodded
congratulations. "Nice shot." He took his place behind the line and
quickly fired off his three … purposefully missing this time around … and it
gained him Lacie's cackle of laughter.
Lacie slid one of the shot glasses
his way, the look on her face saying it all. She thought she'd have him drunk
on his ass in under ten rounds. Good thing he wanted her to think she had the
advantage. He tossed back the liquid.
Lacie attempted commiseration. "Don't
worry … first shot's always the hardest." She grinned at his answering
snort … the double meaning not lost on him.
She'd get hers.
All in due time.
He flashed a smile. "Just
throw your darts, Lacie." She laughed and turned around, focusing her
attention on the board again.
Maybe the quiet in the rec room unnerved
her, with only the two of them present … or maybe the way he leaned casually
against the wall watching her with unabashed interest threw Lacie off, but she
missed the bull's eye this round.
With a good-natured shrug, she
picked up the glass. "I was thirsty anyway." After downing the shot,
she refilled it then waved her hand indicating Ren should take his next turn.
Ren stared at the target, drew in a
breath and let his darts sail … again missing the center circle, but not by
much.
Lacie shoved the glass toward him. "Oh.
So close." Strutting past him, she took her place behind the line then
looked back over her shoulder. "And yet so far away." She squared her
shoulders to take her shot and completely missed the raised eyebrow and quick
shake of Ren's head.
Failing to hit the bull's eye
again, she drank … but only after she sent a mock toast in his direction. Ren
decided to enjoy turning the tables on her. The shots he'd downed were making
him very mellow, and he was having more fun than he'd had in a very long time.
Of course, most of that had to do
with Lacie. It never mattered what frightfully stupid payoff she came up with;
he usually ended up carrying out her instructions to the letter … just to watch
her face. Her insane need to put him in awkward situations gave her so much glee
it always lit up when she presented her latest method of torturing him.
He could almost be disappointed she
wouldn't have the chance this time. Almost.
Ren landed his second dart in the
center ring … the other two hit the wide area between the inner and outer
circles. Cocking his head sideways, he looked at the target, playing it off as
a lucky shot.
They were drink for drink and even
up for now, but the next three rounds had Lacie belting back two shots to his
one.
This story is so much
fun and Ren having the upper hand is a rarity to the savored.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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