Here we go again! It’s February. The first day. Y’all know what that means, right? Tomorrow is Groundhog Day. Today, however, I’m all about the words. And maybe a do-over. On Dalton’s part. What’s our inspiration? For #lineWed it’s **REAR**. Hrmm.🤔 And from #ThursdayThreads, we have: “I’ll think of something else.” You’ll see why after reading today’s snippt.
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Dalton would not admit defeat. There’d been progress in the relationship between those two, yes, but beyond cuddling up on these cold night, Kin had made no move to actually claim Meg. Which was ridiculous.
“Seriously, what does he have to do?” Dalton muttered. “I mean, Kin tells her he loves her, he’s a Wolf, and they’re mates. What is so difficult about this?”
Okay, fine, he thought. Because what did he actually know? Loch seemed to think it was a complicated process but that biology and nature would eventually take over, run its course, and everything would be fine. Except Kin’s wolf turned into a snarly beast whenever he patrolled and the man glared at anyone who got too close to Meg unless he was at her side. They could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It was bad before but now? More than one of the team had snuck off to take care of business with their own hands. Including him. And he was man enough to admit it.
And then they fought. Like cats and dogs. No, Dalton amended. They seethed and pretended to ignore each other. It was like rubbing a tiger’s fur the wrong way. Getting in the middle would only guarantee that you pulled back a bloody stump. Damn but they were perfect for each other. What was the hold up? Kin’s hang ups? Meg’s…whatever?
Loch was probably right about putting Meg in danger but there had to be a way to get them to admit their feelings. Too bad there wasn’t a handy padded cell to lock them in until they came to terms with their feelings.
“Whatever you’re thinking about doin’, stop.”
Dalton jerked and glared at Tank. Lost in thought, he hadn’t heard the big guy walk up. Considering he was on rear guard duty, that was stupid.
“Loch said you were up to something. I’m telling you right here and right now, don’t even think about interferring with the love birds.”
“Fine. I’ll think of something else.” And he would. He’d find another way.
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And there you have it. And with a prompt like rear, aren’t you proud of me for not going there? 😉 FYI, this scene occurs not too long after last week’s snippet and is all in the same vein. Dalton is medding. But all his scheming is about to catch up with him. Stand by for fireworks–once the book is out there in the wild. Writers, take the prompts and twist them to suit your needs. Readers, would you rather think about something else, or are you happy with what you’re thinking right now?
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