Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I hope everyone in the US had a good Thanksgiving and got all the deals you wanted Friday. Me, I sat at home Friday and did my shopping from my desk. Crowds and I just do not get along. Plus I got more writing done. Good enough reason to stay home. And now I have the next little bit of Hawk’s story for you.
“Where’s Dam-Devil?” Anyone there would know who I meant with either name, but he preferred having his road name used, except when we were in bed.
“He went for a run,” Icarus said, glancing back down at his paper.
“On his own?”
“That isn’t exactly unusual. You know how your man is.”
Yes, I did. That was the problem. He could be reckless, impetuous, and so damn honorable, and if my father happened to still be around and saw him, if he knew what Damon meant to me…no, I couldn’t even think about that. “You know which way he went?”
Is Devil going to do anything reckless while he is out, or will he save that for another time?