Wednesday Words: Food for Thought

Here in the States, tomorrow is Thanksgiving day. Many of us will be traveling or preparing, and some of us will be in the kitchen preparing. What better theme for #1lineWed than **FOOD**? Sitting around the table, moaning about eating too much as one more bite of pie is shoved in, families, friends…ah, the joy. 😉 One of these days, I need to write a scene where the Wolves celebrate Thanksgiving. One of these days. In the meantime, here’s a scene with Wizard and Jen. It’s pretty self-explanatory. I hope you enjoy.
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Wizard eyed the food court like he was sizing up a rival gang. I managed to hide my eye roll when he glanced my way.

“Babe, you can’t be serious.”

“It’s the mall, Wizard.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Don’t you go to the mall?”

“Oh, hell no!” He growled. At me!

He was the one who insisted on coming with me. While I wasn’t a huge fan of shopping, there were some things a girl can’t get at the local Gas-n-Go or truck stop. Since this particular mall had a Victoria’s Secret, I planned to shoo Wizard into some guy-type store then duck into Vicky’s to buy something to wear for him as a special surprise. Why? Because this man made me—despite my extra padding—feel beautiful.

That was the plan. Except Wizard was a biker. No auto parts store or Harley shop in sight. I’d totally miscalculated. Plan B was to park him in the food court, head to the ladies room then sneak away.

“C’mon. I need food,” I said.

We got drinks, snagged a table and I made my excuses.

“No.”

“No? I can’t go to the bathroom?”

“Yes, you can go to the bathroom. No, you aren’t going alone. I’m going with you.”

I didn’t screech. Much. “You can’t.” All my plans were collapsing. I inhaled deeply, squared my shoulders and with as much dignity as I could muster, informed him, “I’m quite capable of walking from here to the restroom, strolling inside, doing my business, and returning.

He shook his head, totally adamant. “Nope. Not happening. You aren’t leaving me here alone.” He swept out his arm. “Teenage girls.”

“So?”

“They always travel in packs.”

Who knew? My big, bad biker was afraid of teenagers.

“And they’re staring at me.”

They *were* staring, like they wanted to eat him for dessert. Maybe I didn’t need sexy lingerie after all.
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I’m thankful for all of you dropping by, and reading my books, and listening to me gritch, and understanding when I want to hide from the world. If you have some food words to share, please do. Because, you know, it really does come down to the eats. 😉

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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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4 Responses to Wednesday Words: Food for Thought

  1. You can gritch with me anytime. As with everything, this too shall pass. :hugs:

    SQUEE! Awesome snippet! Heh, teenage girls are scary. And I’m betting she doesn’t need sexy lingerie for Wizard. It would just get in the way, get ripped off of her, and be a total waste of money.

    Here’s a snippet from Unequal.

    Turning her head to the side, she lay with her cheek pressed to the bed. The rough cloth scratched against her skin. For a moment, she screwed her eyes shut and breathed deep. The smell was horrifying. Still, the unwashed cloth grounded her. The odor of decay somehow reminded her she was still alive.
    Unless this was a glimpse of the purgatory she’d read about in Dante.
    A soft snick came from the door. Rue didn’t bother to lift her head. Either they had arrived to drag her back to that bizarre trio or they were coming to act on the trio’s promise. She couldn’t muster the will to care. Between the goose egg and the confusing offer, her head hurt too much.
    “Food,” said a voice that coincided with the metallic clang of a tray hitting concrete.
    Acid rose in the back of her throat. The scent of whatever lay on that tray was as much the culprit as her probable concussion.
    “Eat.”
    She lay there waiting for whoever he was to leave. If she could manage her stomach, she would eat later. Either way, she didn’t want some stranger watching her, especially not if she couldn’t keep the food down.
    “I know you’re awake. Eat something. You need your strength.”
    What for? she thought.
    “Trust me,” the voice said again.

  2. Omg! Bikers vs Mall who will survive???
    It made me laugh, because I’m about to head to a Bikers paradise. Las Vegas Harley Davidson!
    My 1st ever HD visit.
    Let you know if I see any of the guys*wink*
    Happy Early Thanksgiving Ladies!

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