Wednesday Words: Follow the Sun

It’s Wednesday. That means it’s time for more words from the WIP using the #1lineWed theme from Twitter. This week’s THEME is fitting, given the time of year in the northern hemisphere and the heat. I’m letting the SUN shine in, because there’s SUNshine on my shoulders, with my SUNglasses on, and using SUNscreen so I don’t get SUNburned. Here’s a snippet from Cooper’s Red Dirt Royalty book. And no, it’s not finished yet but it’s a whole lot closer!
****
Cooper had hung the swing from the big tree near the fire pit on a whim. With his cousins’ children coming for the occasional visit, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now? Now, he decided the idea had been utterly brilliant. Britt, wearing a loose dress covered with blooms painted in outrageous hues, pushed off in the swing. Her rounded belly peeked from behind the riotous colors as she pumped her legs and leaned back to swing higher.

She’d agreed to stay with him, for a few days at least. He liked having her under his roof and in his life. A rough meow drew his attention to his feet. Lucifer sat beside his scuffed boots, eyes fixed on the colorful display. Britt continued to swing gently, her barefoot toes reaching for the sky on the upswing, in dappled shade for a moment before they disappeared in the long skirt as she folded them beneath the swing the next.

He moved closer, standing by just in case. He would give her a push whenever she asked, whenever she hollered, “Higher!” She didn’t ask so he remained on the sidelines, with Lucifer. “We need to figure out a way to make her stay,” he muttered to the cat. He glanced down. Luci stared up at him, his gaze malevolent. “You know you want her to stay just as much as I do.”

In a display of feline disgust, Luci appeared to roll his eyes as he shook his head, flipped his tail, and sauntered back toward the main house. The cat couldn’t fool him. He’d caught the darn thing curled up next to Britt, snore-purring while she petted him. Cooper settled into a lounge chair and watched the woman he hungered for.

The sun disappeared as gray clouds collided overhead. The wind changed, bringing the scent of rain and ozone. Britt slowed the swing, dragging her feet in the grass until it stopped. She hopped out and strode toward him, calling “Where’s my phone?”

He pulled it out of his hip pocket and handed it to her. As she checked for messages, the first fat raindrops fell. Coop grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the house. They were drenched by the time they reached the French doors opening into the master bedroom. Laughing like kids, they surged into the house and headed to the bath. He grabbed a thick towel and wrapped it around her before snagging a second one he used to dry her long hair.

“What about you?” Britt asked, eying the way his shirt molded to his chest.

“I’m not so sweet that I’ll melt because I got wet. You? You might.” Cooper didn’t smile when he saw her expression go soft. Looking into brown eyes the color of melted chocolate, he felt his own expression soften.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” Britt murmured.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll make me like you and I don’t want to like you.”
****
Writers, do you have any SUN words in your WIP? Readers, where would you rather read: on the beach or in the shade?

Advertisements

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.
This entry was posted in Writing Life and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Follow the Sun

  1. Love it!

    And now here’s something in return from Ugly and the Beast…

    “What on God’s green earth would make you do a thing like sneaking out of here in the middle of the night?”
    The sun had just peeked over the horizon when I stepped through the back door. Sure enough, Mom was already up. The coffee maker was singing the last of its sweet siren song, letting the world know it was done perking. And there stood my mother between me and the life-giving nectar. After the night I’d had, I was sorely tempted to shove her out of the way.
    “Jennifer Gail Braxxon, you answer me when I’m speaking to you.”
    Yep, Mom was in rare form.
    “I was out looking for Josh,” I said. It wasn’t necessarily the whole truth, but it was the part that might get her off my back.
    It didn’t.

    I’d post more but there are spoilers.

Got something to say?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.