Sunday

Under Construction

I'm in the process of creating a website and populating this blog with 'writerly' stuff. Bear with me. This won't take long.....
To whet your appetite while you wait, here is a sneak peek at my new title, releasing July 2015. Can't wait for you to meet Shelby and Tank.

According to Plan
 
With luck I’d escape through the back door before he saw me. I sidestepped the photocopier and practically flew down the narrow hallway. For one millisecond a twinge of guilt skittered through me, but I quashed it with a vengeance.
About six months ago I’d returned home from staking out a divorce case and he’d met me on the front porch. Said he had to think over some things and would be back soon. With that, he walked away from me, our home, and our life. I didn’t have to be hit over the head to know he didn’t love me. At least not the way I loved him.
I blew out the rear door and had gone almost three steps when strong arms grabbed and twirled me around. He rocked his lips over mine, exerting just the right amount of pressure to make my head swim.
Liquid fire spread through my limbs and I ached to melt into the familiar embrace. When his hands slid down, my brain finally kicked into gear and I pushed against his chest. I may as well have shoved a brick wall.
“Get off.”
“Is that any way to say hello?” With one arm around my waist, he dipped his head and attempted to steal another kiss.
I executed a quick side step my dad taught me and twisted out of his arms. His lips met nothing but air. I took a small step back and ignored the rapid tattoo of my heart. Tank had a way of making me forget things, like breathing.
“What are you doing here?” I said and spared him a glance.
Well over six feet, he had the physique of an oil rigger, built rock hard around pure muscle and adrenalin. A day’s growth of stubble darkened his jaw and hair the color of burnished oak brushed his shoulders. Although mirrored glasses hid his eyes, I knew one was green, the other blue, and they missed nothing.
“I was in the area and thought I’d come see y’all.” His voice poured over me like rich chocolate. Its deep timbre, as always, turned my insides to mush. My breath hitched and his knowing smile indicated he’d seen that too.
Without so much as a backward glance, I pivoted and started walking back to the office. He turned with me, pacing his steps to match mine. Awareness crackled along my skin when his arm brushed mine. If I were Super Girl, he’d be my Kryptonite.