How can it be Wednesday again? I can’t believe time is passing so fast. The good news is, it’s time for another #1lineWed over on Twitter and today’s theme is all about the lightness of being. Sort of. The prompt is **LIGHT**, and the picture is a feather. So…
As the past few snippets have been, here’s another one from MONTANA MOON. I’m up to almost 27K words now. There’s a little unfinished business–like making love, the black moment, some action, another black moment, and then the HEA. Because this is romance and the HEA is guaranteed. In this scene, Tait was hurt, yet he’s healed remarkably fast. Our intrepid couple have made it back to his cabin.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
He jerked his head up and focused on Lauren’s face. She was taking another bite of her omelet. She chewed and swallowed, motions he found far too fascinating and the movement of her throat made his dick throb. He needed to get away from her. He stayed where he was and said, “I’m thinking you need to tell me why you were running away.”
She blanched, reaching for a glass she’d filled with ice water. Lauren took a big, long drink and Tait decided that his dick might just break before it was all said and done. “There’s nothing to say.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Lauren flung her hands up, the gesture both overly dramatic and petulant. “What can I tell you?”
“How about the truth?”
Her eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth pulled down. “The truth? That’s a two-way street, cowboy. Tell me your truth first.”
“You can’t handle the truth.”
Now her eyes went wide and a snarl curled her upper lip while her hands flailed around her head. The damn woman shouldn’t be so cute when she was angry. Tait folded his arms across his chest, waiting for her rebuttal.
She sputtered a few times, starting to speak then stopping as words failed her. She tried again. “You’re giving me bad movie lines now? Seriously?” Lauren stomped over, stopping directly in front of him. Her fingers curled into his T-shirt of their own accord, like they knew what to do even if she didn’t. “You think I’m some sort of lightweight? Ha! The stuff I know would curl your hair.” She blinked a few times as she considered his close-cropped thatch. “Well, it would if your hair was long enough.” Her voice caught on the last word and she looked away.
He tipped her chin up with a finger. “What is it, baby?”
Lauren thumped his chest, careful to land her fist closer to the shoulder opposite his injury. “You could have died, Tait. Because of me.” The words tumbled out, breathless and coated with worry and fear.
He tasted both on the tip of his tongue and inhaled the odors with each breath. Onions and ammonia. Not overwhelming. Yet. Her fingers clutched convulsively in his shirt but he fought the urge to wrap his arms around her.
“Why do you care, Lauren?”
Her lashes swept down to cover her blue eyes a moment before her head thunked against his chest. “I don’t know,” was her mumbled reply. “I shouldn’t. I don’t know you. And you don’t share anything about yourself. But—” She melted against him.
“We’ll talk, Lauren. Soon. I’ll tell you everything as soon as I know you’re safe.”
And with those words, methinks the man has tempted Fate just a little. So, do you have any light words to share? Any suppositions on where Tait and Lauren are going to end up after this scene?