Tuesday Treats & Titles: Forgotten Cookies

Posted on December 21, 2021 by Silver James

It’s almost Christmas. For today’s treat, I thumbed through my own recipe book to pull out a Christmas favorite from my childhood. These cookies are so easy, I could make them all by myself when I was a little kid. I will warn you, if you are looking for instant gratification, these are not the cookies you are looking for.” *intoned in my best Obi Wan Kenobi voice* Also, you can do lots of variations for whatever holiday you want to celebrate. See the tips below. Also, don’t freak over the total time.

Total time: 8-10+ hours
Prep time: 15 mins. (approximately)
Makes around 24 cookies (could be more)

Ingredients:
3 large or jumbo eggs (you only need the whites)
1 – 12 oz. package chocolate chips
1 cup chopped pecans
1 teaspoon vanilla

How to Make:
1 – Preheat oven to 350
2 – Separate eggs, whites into mixing bowl, yolks elsewhere*
3 – Beat egg whites until stiff
4 – Add chocolate chips, pecans, and vanilla, stir gently until mixed.
5 – Line cookie sheets with foil. Drop mixture by rounded teaspoonfuls.
6 – Turn off oven. Put all cookies sheets in oven, staggering on two racks if necessary.
7 – Leave in oven overnight with oven door closed to retain heat.
8 – Store in air-tight container.

Kitchen Tips
1 – Chocolate chips: You can use regular size, mini-size, and different flavors. I often use the mint chocolate chips at Christmas. You can use white chocolate, peppermint, dark, semi-sweet, milk.
2 – Color: You can add red or green food coloring for pink and light green meringue. This can be for Christmas, Valentine’s Day, St. Paddy’s Day, Easter (add yellow to the mix), do batches of red, white and blue for the 4th of July, Halloween or Thanksgiving (orange), or blue along for Hannekah. And that brings us back to Christmas. FYI, they are pretty just left alone as white.
3 – Use the nuts of your choice but whatever you use should be chopped pretty finely.

4 – *Egg yolks: If you have a pan of boiling water on the stove, you can drop the yolks in and cook them for bite-sized munchies while you’re prepping the cookies. Again, this is a family thing, but way better than just tossing the yolks.

Note: Chips and nuts “float” to the bottom of the cookie as the maringue bakes.

No link to check out the nutritional details because I have no idea. My grandmother made these cookies. So did my mother. And me. I just make and bake them. I don’t pay attention to how long it takes or how many cookies. My bad. I’ve given them as gifts, I’ve shared them at office Christmas parties, and I’ve made them just because they are tasty and I was feeling nostalgic. I’m not the only one. Kathleen Tate, mother of the Tate boys of Red Dirt Royalty fame, loves these cookies too. It might be an Oklahoma thing. The boys call them foo-foo cookies but they sure stuff their mouths with them. Trust me when I say that Kathlenn ensures all her daughters-in-law can make these cookies to continue the tradition. This includes Quin Kincaid. Our intrepid Oklahoma Highway Patrol trooper admits she could scorch water and if it can’t be microwaved, she can’t cook it. Guess who’s making the Forgotten cookies for this years family dinner on Christmas Day? And yes, All the Tate boys, their wives, and their cousins, the Barron brothers, and their wives, will all be there to celebrate. If you’d like to find out how country music superstar Deacon Tate hooked up with Quin over one snowy Christmas, grab THE COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS PROPOSITION. Just click on any pic with the cover or the title. The link takes you to the book’s landing page on Harlequin. You can get it there or find links to all the on-line bookstores where you can snag your copy of this sexy and fun Christmas tale.

What about y’all? Do you have a favorite family recipe for this time of year?

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Twas the Monday Before Christmas…

Posted on December 20, 2021 by Silver James

…and all through the house, the cat was staring at the tree trying to find a mouse. Okay, not really, but I needed a rhyme. Loki ignores the Christmas tree. Twinkling lights and shiny ornaments aren’t his catnip. So…Christmas is Saturday. Five days. I think I’ve got this. Or I will once I return from Wallyworld this morning. I’m heading out as soon as it’s light, in hopes of missing any crowd. Normally, early on a Monday morning, it’s pretty quiet. Jake and I get to see the brand stockers that we’ve come to know, the associates who always give Jake pets, and I can get in and out in about an hour. Today though, means real shopping.  Not that shopping for groceries and critter food isn’t like real shopping. I have a few presents left to get, and a handful of stocking stuffers.

I have to doff my Santa hat to Lawyer Guy. He’s really pitched in this year and has done the bulk of the Christmas shopping and buying. Not only that, he’s WRAPPED what he bought! Okay, he stuff the presnts in gift bags but hey! No wrappign for me! It’s a win all the way around. I think he had some fun–and it got him out of the house, plus it took the onus off me. I’m all for that! Anyway, I have to get some stuff for him and one present for Baseball Boy and those stocking stuffers. Jake and I will be more than ready for Starbucks by the time we’re done.

In other news, I’ve made headway on the decluttering and rearranging of my office. Boone is getting old and we worry about him. He gets…I don’t know. Confused? Weird? Both? He tries to get into small nooks and crannies where there is no room for him. I cleared out a space in the office closet (which still contains some things left behind by Only), so he’d have a dark, encolsed space with a small opening. We put a bed in there. And yeah, he does get in there sometimes. But then he decided he wanted to get to the bookcase that was blocked off by the Gazelle. Which is going to Only’s house eventually snce I don’t use it anymore. It’s now in the garage because Boone got all tangled up in the apparatus and almost brought down the entire bookscase. I spend about three hours in the morning dealing with him circling my desk chair and lying down in front of me (under my keyboard drawer) or beside my chair on one side or the other so that I can’t roll it. Kills my back and shoulders trying to work around him. But he’s old–14 going on 15–which is OLD for a giant breed dog. So we work around him and worry because the vet just says that  he’s old. We’ll all be there some day. Anyway, I cleared out some stuff, and have more floor space so I’m getting psyched to get to work again. A goal for the new year… Goal, not resolution. I don’t do resolutions.

Reading. Kristen Ashley’s newest Dream Team book finally dropped from the library. The first three books in series didn’t exactly blow up my skirts. DREAM KEEPER is covered in crazysauce and I actually enjoyed it. A lot. I still need to read 7 books between now and December 31st to meet my reading challenge for the year. Ilona Andrews has a new book out in their Kinsmen series. I’m currently listneing to the anthology that contains the first two novellas and a bonus short story and then I’ll launch into FATED BLADES. I’m hopeful. After that, not sure where I’ll go. I’m still stalling on the latest Nalini Singh Guildhunter/Archangel series. Not sure why but I am. I’m thinking I need to be in the right headspace and I’m not. Obviously. Since I’m stalling on it.

Writing. The Wolves are getting a little notice. Mostly, I’ve been dealing with an Elf who’s MIA, Sade and the Scooby Gang in New Orleans. I’m almost to edits, I might have a title, and I think I have the cover. Maybe. I’m over 5K words so I need to get it wrappted up before it’s too long for people to be interested. LOL

No baking, though roll making is in my future this week. So is turkey baking and pecan pie prep. We’re doing the James Gang go-straight-for-the-leftover goodies route this year. Cinnamon rolls, turkey sandwiches, pecan and pumpkin pies, plus chips, Only Crack Dip, and a relish tray of pickles, olives, and cheese. Easy cooking. Easy clean-up. Good food. Better company.

I did get some Christmas cards done and in the mail. Now, whether they arrive in time for Christmas? Who know? 🙄 Hey, I put out the effort.

That’s it for me today. As mentioned, as most of you are waking up to read this, I’m off for adventures in Wallyworld. What’s left on your to-do list? Or are you all set for the holidays?

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Friday Sinema: Christmas Carol

Posted on December 17, 2021 by Silver James

Here’s a little video to get you in the spirit of the season. Kudos to the “choreogpher,” vidiographer and video editor. Hat’s off to Lee County SO!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal More

Posted on December 16, 2021 by Silver James

Today’s message is pretty simple. I could wax on and wax off about how it applies to writing, to craft, to the genre I generally chose to write in, but given what’s going on in the world, and given the time of year, I think I’m just going to let the Universe speak for itself. It manages to be pretty right on and it’s a message that resonates with me, so I hope it als resonates with you. I mean, tis the season, afterall…

The more you love, Silver, for the fewest of reasons, the more reasons there’ll be.

You know, life, another, yourself, people, mornings, French toast, sunshine, rain… everything.

More maple syrup?
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Same goes for the more you laugh, smile and skip, Silver, but be very careful with waving, winking, and honking.

So go out and love today. And while you’re at it, laugh, smile, skip. Heck. Sing. Dance. Spread the good. We all need it.

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Wednesday Words: Spin Right Round

Posted on December 15, 2021 by Silver James

The end is drawing nigh… At least the end of 2021. Time marches inexorably on as this big blue marble spins on its axis and days between weeks. Months become years. Wow. You’d think today’s #1lineWed THEME was somehow deeply philosophical. It’s not. Our prompt today is **SPIN**, and if anyone is still watching the news these days, there’s a whole bunch of that going on. Which fit right in with where I last stopped on the Boston Wolves WIP. Anyway, here’s some fresh words on it. I think the scene is pretty much self-explanatory.
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The huge black wolf stood in the stand of trees across the street. A sub-vocal growl rumbled in his chest. Neighbors had come out of surrounding houses and they gathered on sidewalks to speculate and gossip. The wolf ignored them. He’d been here since leaving Danny Boy’s warehouse in the pre-dawn dark. He’d covered the miles between there and here with a ground-eating lope. He hadn’t left. He watched these men approach his mate’s den. He’d seen her face and caught a faint whiff of sweet clover, her natural scent. What surprised him was the overlaying aroma of baby powder. Not the magnolia scent of sadness, not wet ashes and dead roses. No, she didn’t regret her husband’s death. Baby powder. Relief.

He cocked his head, curious now. Maybe the things his human half had thought were wrong. The wolf had understood but the man was too stubborn to listen. She was their mate. She was free now. And no one would ever hurt her again.

He settled into the underbrush, muzzle on his front paws. This sideshow would continue for some time. That was fine. He had no place else to be. He was content to be close to watch over her. He perked up when two men in uniforms with lots of gold braid and buttons crossed the street in deep concentration. They spoke in low voices, glancing around them constantly to make sure no one could hear what they said.

“The media will be all over this story,” the older of the two said.

“We need to be careful how we spin this.” The second man snorted and rolled his eyes. “I knew we’d have to cover up the fucker one day, but this?

They didn’t speak for several minutes, instead watching the circus occurring in front of the Gallagher house.

“Did you see her face?” the older said.

“Let’s hope none of the photographers were close enough to get a look.”

The first, who wore the most shinies on his uniform, spat on the ground. “We can’t pony her up for interviews until she heals.”

“That or a good makeup artist. We have to parade her in front of the media sooner than later, but we need a good story first.” The younger man watched another media van drive down the street. “We can say he went down in the line of duty.”

“We do that, there’s no fuckin’ way we can’t let pictures of his body leak. There’ll be no denying that was payback.”

The spin-artist lit up like a Christmas tree. “We need to stage a scene. ASAP. Get one of the working girls. Gallagher came to her rescue with a bad john and the john shot him. We’ll pay her off, ship her out to Providence or somewhere.” He paced off a few steps and then back. “Yeah. Yeah. That’s the ticket.” A grin split across his face. “We’ll finger someone for it based on her description.”

The older man nodded. “All right then. Get on it.”

The wolf had let the man’s consciousness come a little closer to the surface to make sense of the words. If the animal held sway, he’d just rip out the throats of everyone there and be done with it. The man? He had other ideas.
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And there you have it. FYI, wolf and man is Devlin. That part came out in the previous chapter. Which is a big ol’ spoiler. That chapter, not that Devlin is a wolf. 😉 Ahem. Writers, you got any spin in your stories? Readers, would you rather spin on a merry-go-round or spin a top?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Cool Whip Snickerdoodles

Posted on December 14, 2021 by Silver James

When a horde of hungry Wolves and their families land in your pasture, the smart retired Army wife hits her pantry and whips up cookies that go with coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. Talk about easy peasy! Five ingredients. Fifteen minutes to whip up, Fifteen minutes to bake. And then it’s time to make the yum!

Total Time: 30 Min.
Prep Time: 15 Min.
Cook Time: 15 Min.
21 Servings, 2 cookies each

Learn to make this COOL WHIP Easy Snickerdoodle Recipe for the holidays. This easy snickerdoodle recipe is a simple way to perfect a classic dish.

What You Need
1/3 cup sugar
1-1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
1 pkg. (2-layer size) yellow cake mix
1 tub (8 oz.) COOL WHIP Whipped Topping, thawed
1 egg

Let’s Make It
1 – Heat oven to 350ºF.
2 – Combine sugar and cinnamon in medium bowl.
3 – Beat remaining ingredients in large bowl with mixer until blended. (Dough will be thick and sticky.) Use 2 small spoons to drop dough, 2 tsp. at a time, into sugar mixture; toss until dough is evenly coated with sugar mixture.
4 – Place dough, 2 inches apart, on parchment-covered baking sheets.
5 – Bake 13 to 15 min. or until edges are lightly browned. Cool on baking sheet 1 min. Remove to wire racks; cool completely.

Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Chocolate-Cinnamon Crinkle Cookies: Prepare using a devil’s food cake mix.

Tip 2 – Mindful Eating: Treat yourself on occasion to bite-size tastes of indulgent foods.

My Tip – I used a Betty Crocker white cake mix (NOT angel food!). The dough is VERY gooey but once you drop a ball of it in the cinnamon sugar, you can roll it around to coat and pick up and put on the cookie sheet with fingers. I’m a hands-on baker like that. LOL Lawyer Guy gives them 👍🏼👍🏼. Me, too.

My Food & Family always comes up with the easty treat that just hits the spot. so click over to their website for all the nutritional details. Wondering which character was referenced in my intro? That would be Nona Klaussen, wife of retired Army General Nick Klaussen, both of whom appear in the Wolves’ take on “Die Hard,” the Christmas movie. You can read the whole story in CHRISTMAS MOON. It’s still free to read with a Kindle Unlimited subscription, for a limited time only. Otherwise, grab yourself a copy as a present to yourself. Just click on the cover or the title to get yours. (Edit–see My Tip above!) I haven’t made these yet but the ingredients were on my grocery list so I’m ready to do some quick baking! I’ll let you know how good they are. What about y’all? What’s your favorite Christmas cookie?

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Monday the 13th

Posted on December 13, 2021 by Silver James

Call me weird but I’ve never considered Friday the 13th as an unlucky day. Monday the 13th, however? Well, you can make up your own mind. We’re almost half-way through December. Christmas is less that two weeks away. I’m not doing the muppet flail yet. Yet  being the operative word. This also means that the New Year is about 3 weeks away. Not that I’ll be sad to see 2021 bite the dust. Frankly, it and 2020 have done a pretty good job of biting me in the @$$.

Stuff happened. Not much. At least not here. East of here? Yikes! The footage from Arkansas, especially Kentucky, and Illinois are just…boggling. Tennessee was also hard hit and I finally saw footage from there. The pictures and video looks like historic pictures of WWII war zones after massive bombing runs and/or artillery attacks. Or in my case, a little closer to home, Moore, twice. The first time Moore was hit with a big one, I ended up in the command center as the Resource Commander. My job was to locate people, equipment, and supplies and get them into the working crews’ hands. There was no game plan, no blueprint. We sort of made it up as we went along. Every time I hear one of the local officials interviewed, I just want to get in the car and get there and say, “Here, this is where we start!” It’s the things you don’t really think about–Porta-potties (for rescuers and volunteers certainly, but also for the locals because–no running water! Another pressing need they won’t think about until they’re desperate is tires. And flat tire repair. There are nails, screws, and other debris everywhere. You can’t move trucks, crews, or equipment around on flat tires. Gas and diesel. And propane. We got lucky. The transportation director for the county showed up and offered fuel tanker trucks capable of pumping the fuel directly into vehicles. There’s more but unless you’re in EOC, you probably won’t be too interested.

While I’m on the topic, though, here’s a bit of personal advice: have copies of all your personal info–birth certificates, IDs, medical cards, prescriptions, etc. in a “go bag” and know exactly where it is. Even with little advance warning, you can grab the bag and keep it with you. Other things for the bag: phone and battery backup. A charger won’t work until you get somewhere with electricity, but doesn’t hurt to have one with you too. We recommend a case of bottled water for each person and pet in the family. In your go bag, have work gloves, a long-sleeve shirt, sturdy boots/shoes (unless you wear such most of the time and your first thought is to shove your feet into sturdy footwear), and a baseball cap. It helps keep dirt and sun out of your eyes. Eyeglasses/contacts. Any life-necessary medicines (like insulin) need to be grabbed on your way to shelter. Have a plan. Practice it. A lot. Because trust me, you need to run on instincts if the worse happens. Hearts and prayers to those in need.

In other news, I got a wild hair. I started with the idea of Sade and Sinjen (The Penumbra Papers) taking a pre-Christmas trip to New Orleans for some R&R. The whole Schooby Gang ends up there because Santa is involved. The good news is, I have just over 2K written on this free Christmas story. The bad news is, I still have no real idea of the plot. Hopefully, Santa will help me out. The Boston Wolves are on hold while I’m working on the unnameed Christmas freebie. Shoot. I need a “cover” too. Argh. I’m insane. Obviously.

Book listening was productive last week. I finished up with Jayne Castle’s Harmony/Ghost Hunters/Rainshadow/Illusion Town series. GUILD BOSS was pretty good. I then skimmed through a paranormal anthology that I thought I’d read back in the day. If I had, I didn’t remember any of the 3 novellas. It was okay. I’m currently back with Jayne, listening to her St. Helen’s series, which is also a SciFi/Paranormal romance, and precursor to the Harmony series. I’ll still need 7 books to hit my goal by the end of the year and I have no clue what I’ll pick up after this trilogy. Ah well.

Christmas shopping is going. Stormy’s last present arrives this week. We have ideas for Only and Baseball Boy, and maybe Uncle Fix-It. Aunt Hooey? Not a clue-y. LG and I are giving little stuff to each other during the family gift exchange because we are doing upgrades on some stuff around the house that benefits us both–like the Deco Wi-Fi Mesh System. It’s like a magic Wi-Fi booster for the computers, phones, and TVs. We have AT&T U-verse and there were times when the net slowed up and the streaming didn’t stream. Now that the mesh is installed, it’s awesome! There are other things on the list that we’ll grab as prices hit good spots. I suppose I should start wrapping. Oh, and stay on the hunt for stocking stuffers. That gets harder every year! Tis the season, Ho, Ho, Ho. I need to start watching Hallmark Christmas movies.

And that’s it for me. Question for the day: Christmas movies, yay or nay? And a bonus question: “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie, yay or nay?

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Friday Sinema: Christmas Shopping

Posted on December 10, 2021 by Silver James

Okay. I’ll admit, I’m mostly easy to shop for, as far as my family is concerned. They also say I’m boring. I am. I want Amazon gift cards so I can buy audio books. I want Starbucks cards so I can buy frappucinos. Oh. And my wolf calendars for my office and the kitchen. See? Easy peasy.* That does not mean that the rest of my family are the same. Which is why this this made me laugh. Is it eally just a southern thing or do those of you in the rest of country feel the same way? 😉

*Caveat: Do NOT send me presents!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Getting Physical

Posted on December 9, 2021 by Silver James

I commented to a friend yesterday about how writing is a physical activity–in it’s own way. Sitting at a computer day in and day out does take a physical toll on a body’s body. Neck. Shoulders. Back. Wrists. Hands. Even legs. I have to remind myself to get up, move around, stretch. I have to do the same for my eyes, remembering to look up and out the window so my distance vision gets exercised too. This reminder from the Universe recently showed up in my inbox.

Silver, to make hard tasks easy, mountains molehills, and challenges simple, you can opt for one of two paths. You can be still, wait for guidance, and expect spontaneous enlightenment.

Or you can just roll up your sleeves and get busy doing what you can, with what you’ve got, from where you are.

May I suggest the latter? It’s usually much faster. And it makes you a lightning rod for divine guidance and spontaneous enlightenment.

Hi-ho,
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Silver, sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is to get physical.

Now, lets get to the other perspective this message gave me. See, I haven’t done much writing lately, which is sorta sad given that I call myself a writer. My brain doesn’t want to engage. Or something. I could call it writer’s block. That’s always a good excuse, but as the Universe points out above, I have two choices. I can sit and stare out the window (resting my eyes, don’cha know!) while waiting for inspiration to strike. Or, I can get my hands on the keyboard and start typing out words. I can complete the task of creating new words simply by typing them. I’m a writer. I have a Muse, even if Iffy is being mostly recalcitrant at the moment. I know that you can’t fix a blank page. I know that bad writing can be turned into good writing with edits and revisions, but if there are no words there, that’s rather hard to accomplish. So, time to roll up my sleeves, because the Universe is right. Once I start typing out words, I do become a lightning rod for guidance and enlightment. So, I’m getting physical today. How many of you are now humming the Olivia Newton John song? 🙋🏼‍♀️

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Wednesday Words: It’s About Time

Posted on December 8, 2021 by Silver James

Time flies. It’s already Wednesday again and we have a time-sensitive THEME for #1lineWed. Do you have time to read a snippet? And it’s about time that I reveal the prompt, yeah? In case you haven’t had time to figure it out, it’s **TIME**. Sorry. I’m typing this on very little sleep, not enough coffee, and slight aftereffects from my booster shot. Anyway, TIME plays a big role in the current WIP. I pretty much used the word in every single chapter. I do believe that’s a first. Anyway, this scene involves Ronan, the underboss of the Boston Wolves and Devlin, his main enforcer. It’s pretty self-explanatory. I think. If not, I plead sleep, coffee, and shot.
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Ronan poured Devlin a glass of the good Irish whiskey. The man tossed it back in one gulp. Worried, he studied Dev. Haunted. Whatever had occurred this day marked him and not in a good way. Ronan’s wolf was restless, sensing Dev’s animal. They were pack. They ran together when they could get out of the city but his wolf knew the other was wounded, just as the man was.

“Talk to me,” he ordered with a soft edge to his voice.

“Feckin’ cop needs t’die. Yesterday.”

“Not yet.” Ronan reared back at the feral snarl coming from the steadiest man in the crew. “What the hell, Dev?”

“The boat was his. He was on it. Runnin’ booze, cigarettes, and drugs. Not huge numbers but enough. He docked in New Bed, off-loaded. One of Danny Boy’s men oversaw the divvying up.”

So far, that’s what Ronan expected to hear but this was a routine smuggling drop. What had Dev running so hot?

Dev held out the Irish crystal glass. Ronan filled it again. Dev tossed the whiskey back and swiped a hand over his mouth. “His wife. She’d gone down the Cape after church, with some girlfriends. The three friends gotta be single. They were flirtin’ with everything with a dick. But not my girl. No. She stayed in those pants that aren’t pants but aren’t shorts.”

“Capris,” Callum added helpfully.

“Whatever. No bathin’ suit. Sat under the umbrella like she’d be in trouble if she got a sunburn.” He scrubbed at his hair with his free hand. “Fuck me, Ronan.” His voice broke and the four men in the office with him all winced.

They exchanged worried looks but no one spoke. “I followed the feckin’ cop. In a feckin’ boat. And then I had to feckin’ hitch a ride to get my car. He went home, near as I can tell. Got there after dark. Not sure how much he beat me by but that damn BMW was in the driveway.” He shuddered, his whole body shaking as he held out his glass once more. Silently, Ronan filled the glass again. And again, Dev drained it in one chug. “And then I heard it. Heard the accusations. Heard the punches and the cries and—”

“Fuck.” The word came from three throats simultaneously. Ronan was the only one who remained silent.

“Why does she take it?” he implored Ronan, his dark eyes swimming with tears. “He almost killed her tonight. And why? For goin’ to fuckin’ church and then to the beach for a damned picnic with her girlfriends.”

“What is she to you, Devlin?” Ronan kept his voice soft and even as he stood and crossed to the other man.

“I don’t feckin’ know but I feckin’ felt every goddamned blow he landed on her.”

Without a second thought, Ronan drew the big man into his arms and hugged him. In his ear, he whispered the words Devlin had been praying for. “It’s time.”
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So, time waits for no man. Writers, do you have time to share some timely words? Readers, what do you wish you had more time to do?

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