Wednesday. Words. And today’s #1lineWed theme of **MOON** is perfect for me. I mean, c’mon. Seriously!?!?! I might have shared this snippet before and while it might seem like a spoiler, it really isn’t. Trust me. Anyway, it sort of speaks for itself so no explanations.
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Kathleen Gallagher ruffled the Newfoundland’s ears and the giant dog leaned against her thigh, groaning in delight. He should walk away but he couldn’t, bein’ drawn to this woman like a pickpocket to a crowd of tourists. Her head swiveled, gaze raking the park. He ducked behind a tree. Wouldn’t do if she caught him stalking her. Ever since that night at the club, ever since he’d gotten close enough to smell her, he couldn’t stay away. As a wolf shifter, his other half wouldn’t allow it. He was mooning over her so bad even the boss noticed. Ronan was pushing at him, which wouldn’t do at all.

“Don’t look now, Puck. It’s actually working.”

Feeling foolish, he peeked around the tree. Kathleen stared straight at him, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Busted.“Are you going to keep hiding or will you finally come talk to me?”

His feet moved before his brain engaged. He felt like a big git as he stopped in front of her, all but shuffling his feet like a Catholic schoolboy called in front of Mother Superior.

“You’re Devlin, right?”

“Aye. Devlin O’Riley.”

“You’ve been following me.”

Damned if he didn’t start to blush. “Aye.”

“Why?”

How in the bloody blue blazes did he come anywhere close to explaining that his wolf had decided she was their mate? Being a smart man, mostly, he kept that information to himself.

When he didn’t speak, she continued.

“You work for Ronan O’Connor.”

Being the widow of a wrong cop, it was likely she’d be knowing that. “Aye.”

“Don’t say much, do you?” she teased.

Something in his expression made her laugh and he all but fell to his knees at the sweet sound of it. There was no doubt about it. He was moonstruck over her. Too bad he was the bastard who’d killed her husband.
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This week is something of a bust as far as new words go, so I reached back to find this one. Real Life has put a crimp in the ol’ creativity hose. In the meantime, writers, any moon words to share? And readers,  what kind of full moon is your favorite? I’m rather partial to a witching moon myself. 😉