I forgot to blog last week. WTF? Bad writer! Sorry guys. But I am determined to publish another book in the next few weeks. Here’s another unedited snippet from my next effort. It picks up where my last blog left off. And to make up for being an absentee blogger, how about a cover and title reveal in a few days? Just so you know your girl means business. *winks*
He was across the room in an instant, gently wrapping his tall, good-smelling self around her. She sighed happily. He was like a warm, comforting barrier between her and the pain that was slowly driving her crazy.
“Don’t cry, darling.”
She sniffed. “You didn’t tell me you were in town.”
“Surprise,” he smiled, wiping away tears with long, gentle fingers. “You know I had to come when I heard you were hurt. Mind if I stay here?”
“No. But you have your own house.”
He shrugged. “I’d like to keep you company, fetch and carry, take care of you.”
“I’ve got Granny.”
“Well, then you think she’d take care of me too?”
Kae laughed. “Probably.” She snuggled into his arms and sighed.
He covered the fingers plucking fretfully at his shirt. “You still haven’t taken any pain meds.”
“No! And don’t start that crap. Have you been talking to my brother?”
“No, your Granny, and I bloody well will start that crap. You’re gonna make yourself ill trying to white knuckle it through pain this bad. I dunno why you’re so worried! A few painkillers won’t turn you into an addict.”
“It did my uncle.”
“So what? You can’t just unilaterally disdain all pills because your uncle was weak. He could have been predisposed to addictive behavior.”
“How do you know I’m not the same way?”
Billy sighed irritably. “Kae. You’re being ridiculous. I’ve half a mind to call Jackie and tell her to come back from New York.”
“Don’t even think about it! I barely got her out the door as it is.”
“Stop trying to be so selfless! That bloody scarecrow needs to be here taking care of you. She –”
“Is my best friend. Not my nursemaid,” Kae said, rolling her eyes. “There’s no way I was gonna let her screw up this modeling gig to hover over me. Don’t even go there.”
Billy sniffed, and she laughed. It was such an English thing to do. “Jackie is no model.”
She poked him in his hard belly. “Hey. She’s not a scarecrow. She’s gorgeous, and you know it. Besides, The Athletics Company disagrees with you.”
She got another sniff.
“I thought I was your best friend?”
“I have a lot of best friends.”
“I’m the best of the lot,” he opined. “And that’s why I’m going to get you sorted out! This is LA. You don’t want over the counter or prescription pain meds, there are all manner of natural substitutes to be had.”
“Don’t even think about it, buddy!”
He blinked innocently. “Surely you don’t object to an organic remedy? It’s all quite legal, I assure you.”
She eyed him suspiciously, but he just blinked at her. He looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. But she’d known him for almost five years, and she knew he was a gifted liar.
As if he knew what she was thinking he ran a large distracting hand over her tousled curls. “Have you been in bed all day, Bits?”
“I feel like poo,” she repeated.
“Give us a look.”