Wednesday Words: Down to Earth

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?

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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6 Responses to Wednesday Words: Down to Earth

  1. I can’t wait!

    I didn’t think I’d have anything to offer this morning, but I found something! Yay! Here’s a bit from Early Grave (underedited, of course)…

    Maybe this pairing wouldn’t be as irritating as he feared. He liked easy camaraderie. He especially appreciated minimal conflict and a dearth of drama. Lord knew he dealt with enough major conflict in his life that he didn’t need it now. And he’d had enough drama in his personal life at one point or another to never want it in his work.
    Which reminded him of the problems up in Detroit. Maybe he needed to communicate his concerns about Rick Jensen to Director Graham. Walter had always seemed like a reasonable man, if a little intense sometimes. And from what Ned had heard, he wasn’t above putting his agents into situations designed to test their strengths and highlight their weaknesses. Ned wouldn’t have put Jace Douglas on a case where she’d have to face her fear of fire, but from all indications, that had made her a better agent and a stronger person.
    The thought of Jace made him wonder what secret pain this Buchanan chick was harboring. There had to be one if Graham was involved. Suddenly, he wondered what purpose Graham had in sending him to Toledo. He wasn’t afraid of anything. Unless there was a serial-killer snake on the loose in Michigan. That might be a problem. He didn’t have any deep-seated pain hidden in his past that he needed to face.
    Unless Graham somehow thinks… Because of Gran… No. He wouldn’t do that to me—
    “Earth to Ned.”
    Brit’s voice jolted him back to reality. The woman was staring at him like they’d been parked for longer than necessary while he gathered wool.
    “We’re here. You want to talk through a plan of attack or should I go in first like last time?”

  2. Patti Wissore says:

    My down to earth comments. Life isn’t always high stress or sleeping. Some days are getting chores done and relaxing. I like seeing that in a book as well!

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