So, I still have a bit of a book hangover from finishing MOONSTRUCK MAFIA: BOSTON, editing and revising, publishing, and marketing. As a result, I have not started a new project though I am leaning toward one that’s been on the back burner for a loooong time. In the meantime, I’m just doing some free writing for Thursday Threads flash fiction challenge just to keep the creative juices flowing. The Russian Wolves have been jammering–politely–at me previously but this past week it was the Italians. Or to be more precise, the potential mate of one of the Italians. Tyler (or Tyra, she can’t decide) has appeared here before as she was doing a zoom call with a potential client and her rather rambunctious niece and nephew had a Star Wars style fight behind her. Well, guess who she ran into in person last week… *waggles brows* Oh! Before I forget, the prompt is: *I’ll make it brief.*

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“I’ll make it brief.”

Riiight, she thought. Just like you make a long story short and it lasts forever. To hide her thoughts, she gave him wide eyes and raised brows hoping she looked the tiniest bit interested.

“We’re done.”

Tyler reared back. “D-done?” Why was she stammering?

“Yes. We’re through.”

She blinked, mind racing. “Through.” She was confirming not questioning.

“You know how I feel about children.”

What the hell? They’d had three dates and none led to any deep discussions.

He stood but before he could leave, she ordered, “Wait.” He paused and she rose too. “Let me get this straight. You’re…what? Breaking up with me?”

Did he just roll his eyes? What was he, in high school?

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She shook her head. “No. Not okay.”

“Look, Tyler, you’re nice enough but you have children and—”

She cut him off with a slashing motion. “No, you look. I have temporary custody of my niece and nephew. As for you and me? Good grief. Three lousy dates and honestly, they were lousy. You and me never existed except in your imagination.” She grabbed her bag. “Capisce?”

Tyler whirled away from the jerk gaping at her. She didn’t take even one step before slamming into a solid body. Strong hands steadied her as her gaze crept up. And up. Until they met amused eyes. She squeaked. “Marco?”

“Good thing I capisce, bella. Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she breathed as her libido Snoopy danced. Her night was definitely looking up.
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There you have it, just a bit of fun. And no, the Italians probably aren’t next either. Writers, write if you want to. Writers and readers, what’s looking up in your neck of the woods?

What’s looking up here is today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my very own little almost Halloween witch. You are still the light of my life, Only! 🎃🧹🎂