It’s Wednesday. Here in the good ol’ USA, there’s a flurry of preparations and travel and baking and cooking and generally getting ready for tomorrow. Yay for Thanksgiving. This year–as I am every year since embarking on my publishing journey–I’m thankful for readers and writer-friends and that I can still string words together to tell a story. Speaking of strings–or more precisely, threads–it’s time for our Thursday Threads* prompt: **He needed more info.** Yes, that was a line from the previous week’s winner–which was MINE! And as mentioned before, I don’t necessarily want to carry on with a previous scene and I didn’t this time. Here’s a whole new scene. It’s pretty self-explanatory and yes, it fits into the additional scenes in CHRISTMAS MOON, which is part 1 of MOONSTRUCK: RETRIBUTION.

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Mac stared at his phone. Nothing. No response. Where was she? Hannah was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and Liam, along with the others, but it wasn’t like her to ignore both his calls and his texts. That itchy feeling—the one he couldn’t quite scratch—was back. Something was wrong.

“Mac?”

He glanced at Nate. “What?”

The other man narrowed his eyes. “You tell me. What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Nate arched an imperious brow, the expression speakig volumes.

Mac tried to stare him down—a war between the former army sergeant major and marine captain, both alpha Wolves. He finally shrugged because he needed more info. “Have you talked to Jacey?”

“No. Why?”

“Anybody else?”

“Why would we talk to Jacey?” Leave it to Sean to be a comedian.

Reaching for patience, Mac said, “Any of you talk to your mates since we left?”

The men exchanged glances mostly humor until they paid attention to Mac’s demeanor. Their faces all went blank.

“Hannah won’t pick up.”

“Are they in trouble?” Danny, the expectant father, jumped to his feet.

Sean grabbed his laptop and tapped keys. “I have GPS units on all the vehicles. Gimme a minute.” The men gathered around him, Mac leaning over Sean’s shoulder. “Intel coming through now, boss.” No one breathed. “They’re moving. Or at least your RV is, Mac.”

“Moving which direction?”

“Toward El Paso.He knew his wife. “She’s bringing Christmas here. I’m going to kill her.”
They all chimed in. “We’ll help.”
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Ahhh, Hannah. Gotta love her. It is fun to be around these folks again. I can admit that I miss them and I’ve been known to try to include them in newer books. Anyway, I hope you took a little break in your doing of things to read this and that it brought a smile. Writers, if your inspiration is elsewhere this week, tuck the prompt back for another day. Readers, what do you wish you had more info about? And Happy Turkey Day tomorrow!

*There were only 4 entries last week, including one from the judge so no winners declared. As a former judge, I’m declaring ALL of us winners last week. 😉