Another week, another Wednesday, another theme for #1lineWed on Twitter. Today’s theme is **EARTH**. I had a few mentions of the world but two of them dealt with major spoilers so instead, I opted for this little scene I thought y’all might enjoy. Tait (Shooter) and Lauren have gone into town to shop because she basically had a backpack with a couple of pairs of clean panties. Life on the run can be brutal on a girl’s wardrobe! 😉
A group of girls stopped almost in front of her and she caught their deep sighs. She glanced up, pushing her glasses higher on her nose. Not girls, women, she noted. Then she realized they were staring at a man. A tall, muscled man in butt-hugging jeans, taut T-shirt, scruffy chin, and green eyes the color of moss. Lauren shoved the ereader into her pack, letting it continue downloading books. Then she wheeled her cart toward Shooter and the women, who were slowly advancing on him. Not that she was jealous. Nuh-uh. Not at all. It wasn’t her fault that her cart bumped the one belonging to the bimbos. She snarled at the flash of amusement lighting Shooter’s eyes.
“I’m sorry. You should watch where you’re going,” she told the woman pushing the other cart. She flashed a huge smile at Shooter. “Oh, honey. You forgot the diapers and baby food.” She batted her lashes guilelessly at the women. “Twins,” she announced.
Shooter covered his laughter with a coughing fit. He’d have to watch out for his city mouse. She might turn out to have teeth and claws after all. He was enjoying the flare of jealousy in her expression and actions probably a little too much. His wolf was all but rolling over and play bowing. The women scowled at him like their interest was all his fault and rushed off.
He managed to get them through check-out with no further incident, though she hung over his basket mentally ticking off every item he’d bought. Her concern had changed to a low level pleasure so he’d figured out at least some of her likes.
Their next stop netted Lauren a pair of western boots and a pair of sturdy hiking boots, a canvas rancher’s coat, and several bags of feed for Tait’s horses, Chewy, and the chickens who scratched around his yard and occasionally left eggs for him—if he was quick and could beat Chewy to them. The sun set behind them as they pulled through the gate to his small ranch. A mixed herd of deer and antelope grazed on one side. His cattle and the buffalo watched them from the other side of the road.
Excited barking announced Chewy’s arrival. Tait stopped the truck and got out to lower the tailgate so the dog could jump in. Lauren peered between the seats to look out the back window, laughing at the wolfdog’s antics. Something settled in Tait’s chest. It wasn’t anything earth-shattering. In fact, if he hadn’t been paying attention, he might not have noticed the gentle push and pull, the expansion and then embrace, like a man opening his arms to welcome his lover into them.
Nothing exciting in today’s words, but a nice scene anyway, showing the down-to-earth relationship Tait and Lauren are discovering. What about y’all? Any earthy words to share today?