Who’s ready for Hump Day and more #1lineWed words on Twitter? The RAINdrops all fell yesterday, and we needed them! And if we’re lucky this week’s theme won’t RAIN on anyone’s parade even if the RAIN in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Can you guess what the theme is? **RAIN** of course. However, I’m sensing a theme in the #1lineWed prompts–first it was Earth, Wind & Fire. Now it’s Fire & Rain… 😆
But let’s get to the snippet. This is from one of several Nightrider WIPs. Gunner has been mentioned a time or two in previous NR books. In his book, he’s sent to Oklahoma City as a nomad enforcer to help Lucky out with a situation. He rents half a duplex and his landlady, Harper, lives in the other half. She’s a war widow, attracted to a man for the first time in years. Gunner needs to break off things with her for…reasons. Too bad he picked the wrong night to do so…
Rain dripped off my umbrella and the chill wind raised goosebumps on my skin. I rapped on Gunner’s door hard enough to bruise my knuckles. I was shivering by the time it opened a crack.
“I saw you come home,” I began.
He cut me off. “Yeah, and?”
From his expression and tone of voice, I could have been a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his boot. Too late, I understood I’d made a huge mistake. I wanted to say I’d been scared about the storm, about him getting caught out in it. He’d never given me his cell phone number so I couldn’t call and check on him. I’d watched for his arrival from my window. Considering how much I hated storms, that said a lot. Not that he cared.
“What do you want, Harper?”
He sounded testy, irritated. And definitely tired of me. I should have seen this coming. We’d had two weeks of…what? Fantastic sex? Fun and games? I should have seen the signs. Except I was out of practice. The one man I’d loved left me, through no fault of his own. Dying in a war wasn’t walking away from me. Not like my father, my brothers, and every man I’d been involved with before Rob. And silly me. I thought Gunner was different. My big, bad biker with a heart of gold. Yeah, right.
“I was worried about you. I…” I swallowed hard, seeking my pride, which was in extremely short supply at the moment. Good thing the wind blew rain into my face. He couldn’t see the tears. “Sorry I bothered you. I won’t again.” Thank goodness my voice hadn’t cracked. I pivoted, my body so stiff I could barely walk back toward my side of the duplex.
I heard Gunner’s door slam shut, then his muffled, “Fuck.”
I didn’t turn around. Three steps. Breathing like I’d just run a marathon, I made my feet keep moving. Five steps. Seven. Arms grabbed me. I almost passed out from relief. He’d changed his mind. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Those arms…they didn’t belong to Gunner. I screamed.
Gunner yelling was the last thing I heard.
Nothing like a good cliffhanger, right? *bwahaha* And now I want to work on Gunner’s book instead of Gravedigger’s. Dang it. Any of you have rainy words to share?