Wednesday Words: Words to the Wise

Once again, it’s time for #1lineWed on Twitter and today’s theme is all things **WISE**. Wisdom, wise guys (or girls), wise old owls, wise men…all are fair game for today’s inspiration from a WIP. In this scene, from October’s THE COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS PROPOSITION, our hero’s mother has invited our intrepid heroine for tea. And conversation…
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Mrs. Tate sat regally, spine straight, shoulders square, chin up—her posture perfect. Quin had no trouble picturing this woman looking right at home in Downton Abbey. “I do appreciate you staying for a visit, Quincy. We’re still friends so I can call you Quincy, right?”

“Of c-course.” Darn it. Why did she have to stammer? Quincy steadied the china cup and saucer holding her coffee on her knee.

“Please call me Katherine. I suspect we might become better friends before all is said and done.”

Katherine smiled at her and while it looked benign enough, Quin saw the shark swimming behind the woman’s expression. Quin was skating on thin ice and she knew it. She nodded and offered a partial smile but kept her mouth shut.

“Since you have such a large place in my son’s life, Quincy, I thought it wise for us to get to know one another.”

“No ma’am.” At the woman’s raised brow, Quin scrambled to explain. “What I mean, ma’am, is that I have no place in Deacon’s life. I’m here only to deal with the baby during the course of my investigation. Once the mother is located and a determination is made about the best interest of the child, then I’m…”

“You’re what, Quincy?”

“No longer involved.”

“Are you involved?” That shark’s smile again. “With my son?”

“Good heavens no!” Quin wanted to bite her tongue. Time to backpedal. “What I mean is, your son…I…there’s… No. Just…no. We aren’t involved. Not like you’re insinuating. And we won’t be. I’m a state trooper doing my job. Your…Deacon…he’s…”

“Handsome?” Now Katherine’s smile was cat-and-cream smug. “Talented?”

“Ah…well, yes. Of course he is. But he and I…we aren’t…”

“Did you know my mother was a good southern woman?”
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Don’t ever underestimate a GSW! And their non sequiturs, because they’ll box you in every time. Where readers loved to hate Cyrus Barron, I’m really hoping they love to love Katherine Tate. 😀 What about y’all, do you have any wise words to share today?

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About Silver James

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

  1. Ooo, I can’t wait!

    Here’s mine, from Wish Hits the Fan…

    “Michael and Renee were here,” Basil continued.
    I held up my hand again and sent my powers out from the room. Sometimes even genies can’t help themselves and do things the hard way. Other times, we remember that we’re endowed with phenomenal powers and cut out the mundane man.
    “Michael and Renee are in an upstairs bedroom.”
    “Great. I’ll call them down—”
    “I don’t think they’ll appreciate being interrupted,” I said.
    Color blossomed in Basil’s cheeks. For as old as the guy was, he wasn’t exactly wise in the ways of the world. I guess that’s what happens when you’re turned into a genie at the unripe age of fourteen in Merry Ol’ England. My little pickpocket needed some time out in the world. Not now, of course, but after we saved the world, I was sending him to college as a real boy so he could get some life experience.
    “I know what you’re thinking.”
    Coming from Basil, it was probably true. Not in the ‘I can read minds’ telepathic way of other djinn, but because we’ve been in each other’s hip pockets for so damn long.
    “I’m embarrassed,” he said, “because I can’t imagine our former receptionist upstairs doing the horizontal tango with our lawyer in training. Not because there are two people getting it on in the house as we speak.” The tips of his ears turned a shade redder.
    “Okay. Fine. Let’s see who else is on tap.” Another push of power located Trygvyr on a couch in the front of the house, watching television. From the sounds of it, cartoons were on. He could live without another episode of Bugs Bunny.

    • Silver James says:

      Ahahahhaa. Trygvyr watches Bugs Bunny! Priceless. And I can’t wait for Basil to go to college. You need to do a novella! You know, when you have a few extra hours. *bwahahaha* 😉

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