While I don’t spend much time on Twitter, I do check to see if the #1lineWed theme is one I want to incorporate in my Wednesday snippet. If it’s interesting, I search my WIPs. If it shows up and I like the snippet, I post it. If not, sometimes the theme inspires new words. This week, I’m sharing from NIGHT WISH because… 🤞 …I’m getting back on track with it and I happen to love this scene. It never fails to make me smile. the scene doesn’t need a set-up. Oh, and today’s theme? GANG.
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 just the mall, Wizard.”
“Don’t you go to the mall?”
“Oh, hell no!” He growled. At me! I started to laugh but then I got a good look at his face. He was totally serious.
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. I wanted to do something special for him. I mean, even bikers would like their women is something frilly and sexy from Vicky’s, right?
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? 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.”
“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.
This might be a repeat but it’s been a long time since I shared it. I hope it brings a smile to y’all. Writers, any gang-related words to share? Readers, which of my “gangs” of characters would you like to party with?
I was delighted to discover, as I sorted through stuff to get some idea of what I’d actually written, that Wiz and Jen did have some fun times. 😆 Most of the scenes are semi-unhappy ones. *sigh* My brain. sometimes!
Would love to party with the Nightriders! Can’t wait for the next book to come out! Love these books. Thank you.
No, THANK YOU! 🙂 I’m working on Wizard’s book and hope to have it out this fall. Keeping my fingers crossed that the writing gods and Iffy (my muse) cooperates! 😆