Wednesday Words: Had Enough

wurkn-on-mai-plan-for-word-domination-caleb-pupToday’s #1lineWed theme is **ENOUGH**. Oh, the places writers can go, right? I’m back in revisions and edits on DOUBLE TROUBLE. Sadly, I have to switch heroes in mid-stream. It’s a long story and doesn’t make a lot of difference to the plot because instead of the hero being Dominic Karras, member of the Hard Target team, he is now Nicholas Karras, brother to Dom, and maybe a little more on the shady side of the pilot scale. So, anyway, in this scene, Nick and Peni have taken the twins out on the beach for a walk. And enough explanation…

A flash of movement blinked in Nick’s peripheral vision. He had his weapon in his hand and was tugging Peni close. A jogger, down the beach, steadily moving their direction. All his senses went on alert. “Keep walking, babe,” he ordered in a low voice.

“What is it?” Peni’s breathing quickened and she glanced around furtively.

“Maybe nothing but I don’t want to take a chance.”

Her gaze skittered between the weapon in his hand and the man approaching them. She gripped the handle of the stroller and pushed. Nick’s warm hand settled on the small of her back, steadying her.

“Walk, babe. As normal as you can. I’ll cover you and the twins. He won’t get to you. Roger that?”

His use of the military term was meant to make her smile. It worked. Sort of. She flashed him a glance with a hint of curl on her mouth. Dom had every intention of getting up close and personal with that mouth—sooner than later. Duty first though. He homed in on the runner like a bird dog on a pheasant. The guy stared back then dropped his eyes and kept his hands in plain sight. Interesting.

“Karras,” the guy acknowledged when he was close enough not to yell. “Luke McBain, chief of security. We’ve got you covered. Enjoy your walk.”

McBain kept jogging. Nick surreptitiously holstered his pistol. Good to know Rossi had backup in place. He glanced down at Peni, ready to tell her she could go back to wading in the surf—until he caught sight of her expression. Haunted eyes, pale face, lips pressed into a hard line to hide the trembling. He let loose with a string of obscenities in his head.
Have y’all had enough yet? Then grab enough to share from your own work. 😉 Happy Hump Day!

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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4 Responses to Wednesday Words: Had Enough

  1. Awesome, as always. You rock.

    Here’s a tidbit from my little corner of edit hell:

    “Just when I thought I’d been betrayed enough.”
    I filled him in on the details of my short trip to the Beehive State. Near the end, his growling anger made it hard to speak below a shout. One hundred and fifty years of transformation makes it hard to break the habits of canine life, I guess.
    “Michael is in their power?” he asked.
    “If what that lying bastard said can be believed. And not just him. By this time, every genie sent to one of the locations Amun gave me is screwed.” I narrowed my eyebrows. “Why aren’t you one of those unlucky few?”
    “I was not available to help Basil…” His already pale skin turned a shade whiter.
    I didn’t want to ask what he’d been up to that was more important than helping Basil. “That leaves… Who? Your girlfriend?”
    “No. Gabra is safe. The only other genies in the greater Las Vegas area are Mary and her newly-formed girlfriend, Eloise.”
    “Well, ain’t that the shits.” A quick call to Basil confirmed the worst. He had called Mary and she’d less-than-cheerfully agreed to help. For a minimal fee, of course. I had a feeling once we got her out of this mess, the fee was going to be more than I could afford to pay.

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