Today’s #1lineWed prompt should you need to utilize it to help toward your word count if you’re doing NaNoWriMo, is **LUCK or FORTUNE**.  I’m lucky and fortunate enough to have a snippet handy, though that means I’ll need other inspiration for today’s word count. Ah well. In the meantime, here’s your snippet for the day. Ignore typos, etc. cuz, 1st draft, people. 1st draft! Without too much of a spoiler, Jack accompanies Justice to her hometown to deal with a family emergency. And this happens…
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The sound of growingly familiar boots clumped out in the hall. Justice expectantly turned toward the door. A perky female voice interrupted Jack’s approach.

“May I help you, sir.”

“Goin’ to room 512.”

“It’s not visiting hours yet.”

“It is for me.”

“What patient are you here to see?”

“Brooke McAlester.” Justice caught the hint of irritation in Jack’s voice and stepped closer to the door.

“Oh, You must be her grandfather. It’s so nice of you to come but I believe your daughter is already in little Brookie’s room and—”

Jack cut the babble off. “No…ma’am. I’m nobody’s grandfather.”

“But…”

Justice stuck her head out the door. “Jack?”

The young nurse’s head swiveled between Jack and Justice. “He’s not… You aren’t…” She blinked rapidly and backed away. “I…er…I’m…” She turned and all but jogged down the hall.

The older nurse, who’d walked up during all this, patted Jack on the arm. “Don’t hold it against her. She’s young yet and doesn’t understand.”

Jack arched a brow that was visible even under the brim of his Stetson. “Understand what?”

“That a good man is like a bottle of expensive whiskey. He just gets better with age.” The older woman flashed him a megawatt smile and winked at Justice. She walked past the door to Brooke’s room and mumbled, “Hope you understand ’cause you are one lucky woman.”

Justice stared after the older nurse, flustered. Oh, she totally understood. It didn’t matter how old Jack was. He was one sexy man and in ways that had nothing to do with his looks. She also noticed the woman touch Jack. And bat her damn lashes. Like a teenager or some movie vamp. She was not happy. Not happy at all. Jack was hers. She was even less happy as he approached her and she saw the regret in his eyes.

“What is it?” Her breath froze in her chest and she had to force out her next question. “Is it something about Brooke?”

He took her into his arms and she melted against his chest. “Shhh, darlin’. Easy now. Ever’thing’s fine. The lawyer has your cell phone number and he’ll call when he’s comin’ this way. But, I have bad news. I have’ta get back to Bandera. There’s been another missing girl reported.”
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There it is. And just so y’all get the idea, Sam Elliott is who I see in my head when I’m writing Jack (though Jack is in his 50’s.) And for Justice? Amanda Righetti, with darker hair. Anyway, I’ve made myself cry and I’ve made myself laugh. I haven’t scared myself yet but I don’t scare easily. Neither do Jack and Justice. What about y’all? Writers, any luck or fortune words to share? Readers, make up a fortune from a fortune cookie to share. 😉