Midweek. Hump Day…which takes on a whole new meaning considering today’s #1lineWed theme. 😆 I’m DOG tired, wish I could let sleeping DOGS lie because it’s getting close to the DOG days of summer so I’m trying to teach this old DOG a new trick–actually writing. 🙄 Anyway, as you can probably guess, today’s THEME is **DOG**. In this snippet, I’m using an actual dog because…Harley! Y’all might remember him from REDEEMED BY THE COWGIRL. Anyway, to show I have made some progress on Cooper’s book, this is about halfway in. This is a rough draft so please forgive typos, grammar gaffs, etc.
Lost in his thoughts, Cooper was paying no attention that Monday morning when the elevator doors slid open and he took one step into a wall of muscle. His boss, Cord Barron, stiff-armed him back into the elevator car. Cord, his brother Chance, and Bridger joined them as the doors whispered shut. Bridger stabbed the button for the thirty-fourth floor. Where Barron Security occupied the entire floor.
“Somebody wanna fill me in?”
The other three men simply stared at him. The car stopped, the doors opened, and two secretaries got on. Cord and Chance were both married but that didn’t stop the women from checking them out before their gazes came to rest on him and Bridger. That’s when the flirting started. Bridge indulged. Cooper didn’t. He was still steamed over Britt’s disappearing act Saturday night. As a result, he had a mad on for the entire female half of the population.
Thankfully, the women were going up/down when the elevator hit the **FLOOR NUMBER** and the Barrons and Tates exited. He pretended not to hear the sighs and titters as the doors closed. Coop hunched his shoulders and followed the others through the impressive reception area of Barron Security.
“Still wanna know why I’m here,” he muttered.
“You’ll find out as soon as Mom gets here.”
He furrowed his brows, staring at his younger brother. “Why is Mom coming into town?”
“Because this is her deal, according to Cash.”
“Then why are Cord and Chance here?”
“Because Mom’s involved.” Bridger’s tone implied that Coop was a simpleton. He didn’t add the cliched, “Well, d’uh.
A low hum of activity followed them down the hallway to the executive offices. Cheri, Cash’s personal assistant handed everyone a cup of coffee as they passed the side bar on the way to Cash’s office. A huge black dog lunged off the leather couch, barking happily as his tail feathered the air like an old-fashioned fan. The Newfoundland, belonging to Cash’s wife Roxie, greeted everyone before returning to his spot on the couch.
“Take your dog to work day?” Chance asked, smirking.
Cash rolled his eyes. “You try telling Harley he can’t go for a ride.”
Hope you enjoyed this peek into poor Cooper’s world. It’s not quite a dog-eat-dog place but it could get that way. If you have some doggy words to share, bring your doggy bag and do so. 😉