This little teaser is from my Knights! A bit out of context, but the two main characters have only just met for the first time, and my hero, knowing what the heroine doesnt, is worried for her safety Lance looked up at the sound of a door and to his astonishment saw Gwen striding towards his truck carrying a steaming mug. He was so surprised he didn’t even reply to Gawain as he hung up. He immediately scrambled out of the truck and met her before she could leave the sidewalk. The dimples were back, and Lance breathed in sunshine. Ridiculous, given the only streetlight was currently flickering its last, and the sky was inky dark. Must be her shampoo. “If you’re going to sit out here all night, you might as well have a warm drink.” She thrust the mug into his hand. “Sorry, it’s not coffee. Just regular breakfast tea.” She waived a couple of little white packets at him. “Sugar?” Lance frowned. She shouldn’t be stood out here. “It isn’t safe—” Gwen grinned. “No, the neighborhood’s shit. So wanna tell me what you’re doing here?” She eyed the clearly expensive Buick. “No-one can afford protection.” Lance huffed at the implication. “How about you invite me up so I can drink my tea and explain.” He took a steadying sip. He actually wished it was Brandy. What the hell was he going to say? Gwen stared at him clearly undecided. “Look, we can’t talk out here.” He sighed and drew himself up tall. “I saved your life.” He took another sip. “And you brought me tea. How scary is that?” “You clearly never met my Aunt Mildred.” Gwen shook her head as if she knew she was going to regret her decision. “Come on then. I have some shortbread biscuits that go well with tea. Mrs. Emory from downstairs gets them.” She followed his glance at the rap music still blaring out from the basement apartment. “That’s Mrs. Emory’s grandson, Jackson.” She grinned. “She’s deaf. Unfortunately, no-one else is.” Lance smiled at the muttered words and followed her in. He spent the four flights of stairs leading to her apartment trying to compose an opening to his explanation. Something told him that anything involving the words immortal, or fifteen hundred year old witch’s curse might not get him another cup of tea. Probably not any biscuits and definitely not the girl...
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:18:13 +0000
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