We have another busy weekend. Last night we had a motorcycle ride that raised money for the drug and alcohol coalition. Today we have another one that’s raising money for the oncology department at a local hospital. There’s another ride tomorrow, one we did last year, that’s sponsored by the Riders Advocating Against Child Abuse, but we’re not going on that one this year. Instead, we have a picnic hosted by the Moose club we belong to. I’m going to be very peopled out by the end of Sunday.
Anyway, we’re here for Stream of Consciousness Saturday right now. I’ve been using these prompts to explore my characters from the WiP I’m currently plotting out. It’s book 3 in the series, and I’m just about finished up with book 2(I wrote the climax yesterday, so just need to wrap the rest up). I’ve been focusing on Xavier, since I was writing his back story. But, I’ve started Piers’, so may be looking at things from his perspective now. *This does reference what happened during that climax of book 2, but it’s not all too spoilery.
“You ever going to cash in that favor I owe you?”
Piers glanced over at Declan, one eyebrow twitching up. “Favor? I don’t recall a favor.”
“I told you I owed you for what you did. I wouldn’t have gotten Eva out of there if it wasn’t for you. I told you, whatever you want, I’ll find a way to do it. You haven’t said a word about it in months, though.”
“You were high on pain medicine when you said that,” Piers said, keeping his gaze on his computer screen. “I would never hold you to it. And, I told you then, you owe me nothing.”
To his surprise, his old friend didn’t push it anymore. Then, Piers glanced up and saw who else had walked into the office. He closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers over them. Right. Declan knew all about that now. Or at least how Piers felt about it. He hadn’t meant to let it out. But, there was nothing he could do to take it back now. And he didn’t think Declan would say anything.
“What is it, Xavier?” Declan asked. Piers wasn’t even sure he could speak.
The other man’s eyes met his then darted away again. Well, at least one thing between them was mutual.
“Case and Alex want to see all of us. I said I’d get you.”
Xavier had gotten him at one time. Every single thing about him. Not so much anymore.
But, there wasn’t much he could do about that either. Except try to move on.