June is coming to a
close and I can honestly say this feels like the longest effing year while at
the same time the days are flying off the calendar. It's bizarre and baffling.
2020 is probably going to go down as the year I want to forget but won't be
able to. LOL
Rather slow week of
television but I did get a few things watched. I started with Kings of Broadway, a charity program on
YouTube. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
Started season
three of Danger Man and thought it
would be color episodes, but it's not yet. Enjoyed the first episode.
Caught another
episode of Strike Back and Strike Back Declassified. I've only got
two episodes left and then I'll have to start a rewatch because I love these
characters so much.
Started a new
episode of Blue Heelers and look
forward to seeing how it ends. I like this Aussie drama and have a feeling I'll
be seeing a lot of familiar faces.
Watched another
episode of Gargoyles. It's one I
don't remember so it was nice to have something to sink into. I think I'm about
a third of the way through the second season.
That's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Drag Out the List, a
novella that's coming along nicely.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Velma and Kade have loads of sexual tension, but Velma keeps
him at arm's length. Kade gets the why, but when she pushes him a little too
far he turns the tables on her and she ends up in a compromising
position—number seventeen on his list.
And a snippety peek…
Kade finished scraping the paint
from the window in his bedroom. Screaming pink and some kind of marbled fuchsia
and gold gave him a headache. Dee loved bright colors. Turquoise, hot yellow,
sunny orange, and bright lime green rounded out the decorating scheme of the
apartment. He'd asked Jim about it and the man chuckled.
He nodded toward the alley.
"If you look in the garage, there's enough sandy gray to repaint the
entire interior." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "I figured we'd
have to redo the apartment before we could even dream of selling the place.
We're lucky you saw past the blinding riot and made an offer."
Kade could kiss Jim for having
the foresight to buy a nice beachy neutral. The color looked great in various
lights and would give him a good backdrop to add some color. Nothing flashy
like Dee's cavalcade of retina-twitching options, but a mix of blues and some
pops of green and maybe a splash of red would work well. He thanked his
interior designer mother for instilling a sense of good taste in him from an
early age.
Putting the putty knife aside, he
stood before the window. He loved the sound of the waves drifting onto the
shoreline. The water appealed to him. Lake, ocean, river, didn't matter as long
as the sound made it to his ears.
Making the move south ended up
being a good fit. Okay, he'd only been official for two weeks, but he'd
accomplished a lot during his brief tenure. Yeah, he still needed to move his
furniture in, but the futon mattress worked as a bed for now. Painting came
first, then the big stuff could come in. The most important detail had been
covered. The ice cream shop belonged to him. No partners, no personality
clashes, no nightmare dissolving of assets. He'd never been married, but he'd
bet a divorce settlement would have taken less skin off his hide.
From this point on, sole
proprietorship only. At least in his professional life.
"Now the personal … that's
something else entirely."
His friendly neighbor piqued his
interest. He looked forward to getting to know her better. She didn't give off
a married vibe, but maybe she had a boyfriend. He rather hoped not. Easy on the
eyes, a killer smile, and loads of curves made her a winning combination. He
liked women who were fit but not to the point they were all angles and sharp
planes. Velma had toned arms and legs paired with soft rounded hips, which he
loved. Her ass looked damned good in shorts. She'd had her hair in a messy bun
on top of her head and her eyes showed a range of emotions not to mention a lot
of intelligence. Velma definitely caught his attention.
After a quick look at the time,
he stripped his shorts off and entered the small bathroom to grab a shower.
"No stinky pits for dinner." Humming an old crooner classic, he
washed the sweat and paint flecks off then stood under the spray letting the
hot water hit the kinks in his shoulders.
Physical labor kept him in good
shape along with walks or runs along the beach. He'd put in a lot of extra work
during the two weeks he'd been down here and his muscles were protesting. When
the water started cooling, he shut the shower off and quickly toweled dry.
Digging through his supply of clothing, he snagged a pair of blue cargo shorts
and a brand-new white T-shirt. On his way out, he grabbed a sky blue twill
button-up and tossed it over his shoulder. Slipping his feet into a nicer pair
of his athletic slides, he started across the small thoroughfare separating
their back entrances. The smell of grilled chicken seasoned with some kind of
spicy mix hit his nostrils and his mouth watered. Eating out had advantages—no clean
up—and takeout proved convenient. But he couldn't wait to have a nice, quiet
dinner with a beautiful woman. He missed having a good conversation along with
his meal.
When he ducked through the
well-maintained opening to Velma's patio, his heart sank. She had company…
A tall guy who had the look of a
longtime native.
Didn't that suck big ones?
I loved writing
this scene. Working in Dee's interior design scheme had me chuckling while I
typed.
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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