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Today I used the “go for emotion” prompt again. This time, I shot for a more tearful emotion. Though I may have tapped more into fear, at least at the beginning, than sorrow. There is mention of child abuse(from Isaac’s memory) below.

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Isaac stepped out of the building, shifting his bag on his shoulder. That was it then. No more classes until the middle of January. Nothing to do but get ready for Christmas, spend time at the center and shelter. And maybe see Jonas a few times.
He shouldn’t be holding his breath for that. But with the connections between their families, he knew they’d at least run into each other. He made his way to the parking lot, digging his keys out of the front pocket of his messenger bag. He was about to hit the unlock button on the remote when he saw a figure moving on the other side of the lot.
Isaac’s stomach clenched. No. No, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be him. Not here. Not right now.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t press the button, couldn’t do anything. The figure moved closer, and Isaac’s hand shook so hard, his keys fell to the ground. The sunlight was already dimming in the late afternoon, but the lights around the parking lot illuminated the man’s face.
“No,” Isaac said. “You can’t be here.”
He hadn’t thought he’d spoken loud enough for the man to hear him, but he laughed, so maybe he had. Isaac’s heart was pounding in his ears, but he dropped down and swiped his keys, finally unlocking the door, and practically leaping inside. He locked the doors as soon as he was in the seat but just sat there as he tried to get his breathing under control. His heart was still racing, but he turned the key in the ignition and backed out of his parking space.
The man behind him still had a cruel smile on his face. Apparently prison hadn’t gotten rid of that. Instead it almost seemed to have been carved even deeper.
Isaac tried to focus on the road, on getting home. It would only satisfy his father if he ended up killing himself on the drive. He’d probably call it some kind of justice. Since it had been because of Isaac, at least partly, that he’d spent the last seven years in prison.
Not his fault. That’s what everyone for the last seven years had told him. But, it was hard to beat out the voice from his first sixteen years saying everything was his fault. His father’s voice. One he’d hoped to never hear again.
Now, he was out, and there was really nothing keeping him from coming after Isaac. Sure, there were the conditions of his parole. But, what had his father ever cared about what he was supposed to do. A father wasn’t supposed to break their son’s jaw, either. He’d done that. Bruises he’d had to try to hide or explain away. Dislocated joints he couldn’t really do either for. That was over. He told himself over and over that he never had to go back to that.
He was trembling so hard that he barely made the turn into the Pederas’ driveway. Why had he come here? Why hadn’t he gone straight home? He could tell Roman what had happened. He’d know what to do. If that actually counted as his dad breaking the conditions or not.
But, instead he was here. If Toby was here, he would know, too. He was the reason Isaac was safe now, but he knew that wasn’t why he’d come here. He stepped out of the car, barely managing to shove his keys in his pocket. He stumbled up the sidewalk to the porch, banging his hand on the front door.
His chest was heaving as if he’d ran all the way here from the college, but even as the door started to swing open, his heart rate and breathing started to settle. As if his body knew exactly who was opening the door.
Jonas’ face brightened when he saw Isaac. “I didn’t think I’d see you already. How’d your last day of classes go? Notice something different?”
Isaac barely took in the fact Jonas was standing on two legs. He must have just gotten the prosthetic. But, he couldn’t think about that. And Jonas’ smile fled as if he realized something was wrong. “What happened?”
Isaac stepped into him and Jonas’ arms came instantly around him. “I saw him,” Isaac gasped out. “He was there. He’s not going to leave me alone.”
Jonas’ arms tightened around him, but he didn’t say a word. Not even as Isaac cried against him. His hand stroked down Isaac’s back, though. Then, finally led him into the house and over to the couch. Where he continued to hold him. If only they could stay like this forever, but he knew that just wasn’t a possibility anymore. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
So, he’d savor it for a few more minutes. If that was all they were gonna get, he’d take advantage of it. Whatever he could get.

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Writing Wednesday: Sleeping In

I don’t usually have a problem waking up early. Sometimes I do it even without an alarm. Even on weekends I’m usually up before 6. But, Friday I didn’t wake up until 6:30. Since the kids’ bus comes a little after 7, at least they were already up and getting dressed. Monday morning I slept until 5:30. Not too bad, but later than I’d like, since I like getting some writing done before the kids wake up. Tuesday I was up at my usual time, then this morning I woke at 3 but couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I put my phone down and went back to sleep. Until 6. So, that puts my whole schedule behind, but I can work with that.

I’ve decided to once again implement Mellow Monday. I’ve come to the realization that I need to take at least one day off a week. Just throw a middle finger up to my brain that says I’m not doing enough…no matter how much I’m actually getting done. Because usually by Thursday, I’m just…done. So, I figure if I take Monday off from writing(I’ll probably still do my Story a Day first thing this month and then maybe something laid back after that) and use it mainly as a reading day, this will help. Also, since we’re usually running around on weekends, and that also is when we’re most often social, it gives me a chance to recover from that(I am so not a social person). I did that Monday afternoon, after staring at my screen while trying to work on a story where usually the words flow, and I had…nothing. Tuesday was a much more productive day, so I think it helped.

Now, it’s WiPPet Wednesday time!! This blog hop, hosted by the inimitable Emily Wrayburn, is a place to share a snippet of a current work in progress that somehow pertains to the date. Today I’m still sharing from Jonas & Isaac’s story. I have 22 sentences(9+13) from a little later in the scene I shared from last week. Jonas has just come in to hear Isaac say he still loves him while he’s in Konner’s arms.

Konner shifted away, looking past Isaac. “Guess you must be Jonas, then.”

Isaac turned and watched Jonas’ gaze shift from him to Konner. “What gave you the first clue?”

Isaac twisted his head and saw Konner grinning. Of course. Very little kept him from doing that. No matter how rude someone got, Konner just kept grinning away. It had a tendency to disarm people.

“Well, you did basically just announce it,” he said. “And you look a lot like your older brother, so that doesn’t hurt.”

“So, it’s got nothing to do with the leg?” he asked, and Isaac thought he caught a hint of a smile.

“Didn’t get past the face actually.” He looked back at Isaac. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Jonas asked, all traces of smile gone now. But, Konner kept his gaze on Isaac.

“Why you still haven’t been able to get over him. It bothered me back when we were dating, but I get it now. He’s a fine specimen. And all that emotion simmering under the surface. Yeah, I get it.”

How is Jonas going to react to that? Is Konner right? I should have a little more from this scene next week. You can go check out the other WiPPeteers here.

Plotting:

  • Primary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields: Book 1 – Story Toolkit – got through Major Plot Points, finished 2 protagonist character sheets, started 3rd character sheet 5b/18
  • Secondary: Plan out weekly Story a Day offeringsPlotted 8/25(guessing on this number right now) so far. The others from the second set of prompts aren’t really plottable(write in opposite setting from last time/write opposite your usual method). On target.

Writing:

  • Primary: Write 45000 words on 5 main projects(one almost complete) – 13326/45000 words Off target
    • Still Burning – 854 words
    • Whatever It Takes –
    • High on Loving You – 287 words
    • By the Gun – 299 words
  • Secondary: Write 10000 words on 10 side projects – 3412/10000 words Near target
    • Patrick & Sarah – 160 words
    • Tavin & Haiwee – 29 words
    • Roman – 229 words
    • Dougal & Shae –
    • Jacob & Matthew – 188 words
    • Mike & Fadil–57 words
    • Hawk – 103 words
    • Sean & Braeden –
    • Melanie & Garren –
  • Stretch: Write 50 pages on Jonas & Isaac project – 11/50 pages Off target

Editing:

  • Primary: Edit Stained Blood as I get chapters back
  • Secondary: Edit Flames of Renewal when I get it back
  • Stretch: Edit Preggers short story – Filled in detail

Reading:

  • Primary: Read 30 books – 10/30 Fell Off Target
    • Of Dreams and Rust(Sarah Fine) – Started this Monday(9/4) morning. At 14%. Not sure if it’s because it’s been so long since I read the first book or what, but I find myself not really caring. So setting this aside until I finish the other books on this month’s list(or at least for the week). Then, I may try to pick it back up.
    • See No Evil(Allison Brennan) – Started this Saturday afternoon. Finished it Monday afternoon. Really enjoyed it.
    • Edge of Control(Trish Loye) – Started this Monday afternoon. Finished it Monday night. Loved it.
    • Yours to Keep(Shannon Stacey) – Started this Tuesday morning. Finished it Tuesday night. Really enjoyed it.
  • Secondary: Listen to 6 books – 1/6 Close to target
    • A Court of Wings and Ruin(Sarah J Maas) – Started this Thursday morning. On Chapter 18/84. Had some reservations about this because of things I heard when it was coming out. But, I still wanted to finish the trilogy.
  • Stretch: Read 1 craft/research book – I did read a little more of The Story of the Irish Race for GH & SF.

Social Media:

  • Primary: Post weekly Writing Wednesday, Fiction Friday, SOCS, WeWriWa, & Sunday Summary posts –  On target
  • Secondary: Write & Post 25 Story a Day pieces – 11/25 written. 8/25 posted On target
    • Changing History
    • Birth – takes place after the end of Jonas & Isaac’s story
    • Dazzling Sunset – a bit with Ian and Aidan, from my short story, Hang On.
    • Looking Up – a bit of a “meet cute” for 2 new characters.
    • Moving Forward – a bit of ‘after ever after’ for Jonas & Isaac(though it comes before ‘Birth’.
    • Not Twins – continuation to my Preggers story, not posted
    • Motive – More Jonas & Isaac, combined with Stream of Consciousness Saturday
    • Breaking Rules – A quick 100 words of dialogue without quotation marks(prompt was to break some rules).
    • Konner & Derek – Wrote this by hand then dictated to my phone(both methods I don’t typically use).
    • Rapunzel, Rapunzel – a bit of a gender-bent modernized version of Rapunzel, featuring Konner & Derek.
    • A Good Sign – more with Konner & Derek, something that happens off page in Jonas & Isaac’s story.
  • Stretch: Post to Patreon 4x – 2/4 – posted a monthly writing update & posted Chapter 2 of Patrick & Sarah’s story. On target

For today’s story, I used the prompt to “set a story in the opposite setting to what you wrote last time.” Last time, I had the story set out on a ranch. This time, I brought the characters into the city. This takes place sometime during Jonas & Isaac’s story, but will happen off the page then. It actually takes place(probably a year or two) before yesterday’s “Rapunzel, Rapunzel”.

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Konner walked across the street with Derek. He wanted to put his hand on their back. Take just that much touch. He gritted his teeth together. No, he couldn’t do even that. Because then he’d only want more and more. And he couldn’t have it.
Five years. Only have years between them, and yet it felt like a larger gulf than it ever had. When they’d met and Konner had been fourteen, it hadn’t even seen that much of a difference. Maybe because Derek had always acted older than they were.
A few more months, and they’d be eighteen, and it wouldn’t matter then.
He could see Derek’s hands tremble. He took one in his and squeezed it briefly. “It’s going to be okay,” he assured them. “He’s been worried about you this weekend. He just wants to talk.”
They nodded, but their teeth were buried in their lip. “How’d he know I was here? Did you tell him?”
Konner kept their fingertips touching. Even that was sending tingles up Konner’s arm. “No. You know we’d never do that. You told Connie you were coming to the shelter, and Isaac let Toby know you were here so no one would think you were a missing person. If you were in danger, no one would have told him.”
Derek nodded. “He’s never hurt me. Not like that. But, his words did. I just couldn’t stay there.”
“I get it. That’s what we’re here for.” A lot of the kids who spent nights at the shelter were afraid of that, though. It’s why Isaac had been so determined to get the shelter started, because he’d never had a place like this.
Konner saw Derek’s father pacing in front of the shelter. “Do you want me to go all the way with you? Or I can stand over here and just come over if you need me.”
Derek’s wide eyes met his, and he felt like there might be a message Derek was trying to convey. It couldn’t be the one Konner wanted to read there, though. “I think I’ll be okay,” they said after a minute of the two of them staring at each other. “If I need you, I’ll tug on my bangs,” he said, giving an experimental tug on the turquoise lock.
Konner smiled. “I’ll come right over.”
It was a battle to hold himself back as Derek took hesitant steps toward his father. Derek hadn’t told him everything his father had said during their fight. But, he knew it had made Derek feel like they’d been a burden, and their parents, who had adopted them almost ten years earlier, felt they were owed something for all they’d done for Derek. Which was bullshit. And Konner really hoped some meaning had been lost in the emotion of it all.
He watched as Kevin, Derek’s father, started speaking. Derek just stood there, their eyes on the ground, until Kevin said something that had their head jerking up. From this distance, he couldn’t hear their words, but he saw the tears rolling down Derek’s cheeks. He started to take a step forward, but Derek didn’t give the signal. So, he held himself back. Then, Derek was in their father’s arms, being held tight.
Konner sighed. That was a good sign. Derek pulled back, said something else, and waved back toward Konner. Then, they were coming back. “I’m going home,” they said.
“I figured. You work everything out?”
“Not everything,” Derek said with a shake of their head. “But, we’re going to talk about it more. And he promised to listen to what I have to say this time. I just have to get my stuff.”
“Are you okay?”
Derek nodded. “Thanks, Konner. For not telling me I was being overdramatic about it. And for just listening.”
“Any time, Derek. I mean it.” He watched Derek walk into the shelter for his stuff, then he forced himself back to the youth center. This was good. So, why did he feel like a hook had been buried in the middle of his chest, slowly pulling everything out as he walked further from Derek?
He shook his head. Now, who was being overdramatic? Not that that was unusual for him.
This was a good thing. Derek would be fine, and eventually Konner would get over whatever this infatuation was. He just had to work a little harder at it.

It’s Day 10(well, my Day 10, since I’m skipping Sundays), of Story a Day. Today I’m using the prompt to tell a gender swapped version of a previously told story. I used Rapunzel as the spark for this one, though it’s a modern version, and there’s no witch. 😉

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“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”
Konner glanced over the edge of the scaffolding to the person who had called up to him. He grinned even before he spotted them, though. He’d know that voice anywhere.
“Dee,” he said, “you can be such a goof sometimes.”
Derek, though they preferred to go by Dee these days, grinned right back up at him. “You love it, and you know it.”
He did. That was the problem. Dee’s hair was growing long again, falling over their eyes, and they’d dyed those bangs a deep purple again. Konner loved the different colors they changed it to, and the unpredictability of it. There wasn’t one thing about Dee he didn’t love, other than their age difference.
That didn’t have to be a problem anymore. But, Konner had held himself back for years, he’d almost felt as trapped in a tower of his own making as the character Dee had just joked about him being. And he wasn’t quite sure how to escape from it now.
Konner glanced back at the roof, unable to look at Dee and not want to go to him. There were a couple men up there, some of the ranch hands. They’d told him to just stay here on the scaffolding and hand them what they needed. He was fine with that. He didn’t mind helping out. Connie had helped him when he hadn’t even realized he needed it. He’d help out her family now that they did need it.
It didn’t look like they needed his help anymore. At least at this moment. So, he turned his attention back toward Dee. But, before he could say anything, he saw the horrified look take over their face, then the scaffolding started to tip. His feet slid out from under him, and he scrabbled to grab onto something. But, his fingers slid right off. Finally he latched onto one of the bars on the side. He could hear shouts all around him. The loudest came from below, though.
“Hang on, Kon. I’m coming.”
His fingers were already starting to slip, but he tried to do as Dee said. He tried not to think about his feet dangling out over the empty air. Or how many of his bones would break if he was to hit the ground from here. Then, there was a clattering against the barn wall behind him. He started to turn his head, but that made his weight shift and his hands slip. He tried to grab for the bar again, but his hand slipped right off.
Then, an arm wrapped around his waist, dragging him away from the scaffolding. For a moment, he was sure they were both going to tumble to the ground. Then, next to his ear, Dee said, “I’ve got you.”
His legs barely worked to help get himself down the ladder, and his knees were shaking too bad once they reached the ground to keep him up. So, he sat down right where he was. Dee knelt right in front of him. “You okay?” they asked, brushing their thumb over Konner’s cheek.
“Think so,” Konner said.
“Good,” Dee said. Then, their lips were pressed to his. Maybe he’d been wrong. Because he was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Then, Dee pulled back and grinned at him. “I’ve wanted to do that a long time.”
Nope. Heaven didn’t have any place forhim. He was definitely going to be burning in hell. But, he might as well make it worth it. He dragged Dee back for another kiss. Yes, this would definitely be worth it.

Sunday Summary: Cooling Down

You can tell Fall’s coming. Breaking out hooded sweatshirts in the morning and at night, and the pup(not such a pup, I guess, he’ll be 2 in November) tries to suck the body heat out anything he can by cuddling up close. I’m not complaining. I’d take the cooler weather over the heat of summer. You can always put on another layer. There’s only so much you can take off. 😉

he says this is Daddy riding his motorcycle.

My week got off to a rough start. Well, not the start so much. Despite Monday being a holiday, I made good progress. Then, came Tuesday. Yeah, we’ll just leave it at that. I took most of the day for reading. Wednesday I got  back on track and used Saturday to catch up on some goals. So, it ended up being a pretty good week after all.

Yesterday afternoon we went to a local community fair(I don’t think Pennsylvania has a state fair, but we do have a lot of county and community ones). Usually we go to the parade at this one, but my husband had to work in the morning, so we missed it this year. After we got there and walked around some of the barns, we got an elephant ear, funnel cake, and sugar waffles to split between the 4 of us. Then, we walked some more and visited with some of husband’s relatives who always bring their camper up for the fair. We went and got French fries after that then made our way out to come home. We ended up being there longer than I’d figured on, so it was late by the time we got home. But, it was a good day.

He can fit right inside the tractor tire

Now, for my progress for the week so far.

Plotting:

  • Primary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields: Book 1 – Story Toolkit – got through Initial Concept 1/18
  • Secondary: Plan out weekly Story a Day offeringsPlotted 6/25(guessing on this number right now) so far. I have the next 5 prompts written down, but haven’t done any plotting(though I did use two of them so far). On target.

Writing:

  • Primary: Write 45000 words on 5 main projects(one almost complete) – 11886/45000 words Almost on target
    • Heart of Christmas – 2267 words and 1st draft is finished!
      • “Oh, aye,” he said. “Scatter me to the winds, was it? Don’t you worry. I heard. I will heed the warning.” He winked at Alaina, and she giggled.  *No one seems to take Declan’s threat seriously. Probably for good reason. 😉
    • Still Burning – 2715 words
      • “Uh huh,” Jai said as perceptive as ever. “And I suppose you’ll say the same thing about Jess.” Then, he held up his hands. “Not my business. You’re a full-grown man, and I know the beliefs we’ve instilled in you.”
        Which had never been that sex before marriage was a sin. Both of them would be hypocrites in that case. Being responsible had been instilled, though. So was caring about the people you were with. “I’ve kept them in mind,” he said.
    • Whatever It Takes – 2417 words
      • “Don’t tell me no one else brought pie. I’m sure you made at least one.”
        He let out a deep laugh. “Sure. But you can never have too much pie.”*My sentiments exactly, Carlos. 😉
    • High on Loving You – 1995 words
      • Morgan yearned to do just that. Enjoying a dinner with her. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than that. No, he thought, closing his eyes. There was one thing. Raina’s happiness. It didn’t matter what he wanted. She always had to come before that. It might be different if she had a mother who actually cared about her. But, that wasn’t their reality.
    • By the Gun – 1462 words
      • He didn’t know what that hesitation meant, but he didn’t want to turn her away, either. “Sure. Don’t see what it will hurt.”
  • Secondary: Write 10000 words on 10 side projects – 2656/10000 words On target
    • Patrick & Sarah – edited 2 scenes of Chapter 2; added 913 words to a new scene, edited last scene
    • Tavin & Haiwee – 184 words
    • Roman – 240 words
    • Dougal & Shae – 186 words
    • Jacob & Matthew – 291 words(weekly goal met)
    • Mike & Fadil – 309 words
    • Hawk – 274 words
    • Sean & Braeden – 256 words
    • Melanie & Garren – 188 words
  • Stretch: Write 50 pages on Jonas & Isaac project – 8/50 pages Near target

Editing:

  • Primary: Edit Stained Blood as I get chapters back
  • Secondary: Edit Flames of Renewal when I get it back
  • Stretch: Edit Preggers short story once it’s finished – I decided not to add the final scene I was thinking of. Think where it’s at is good ending spot(still planning to write that scene for Story a Day, and might end up including it. But for now I’m considering this done)

Reading:

  • Primary: Read 30 books – 7/30 Fell Off Target
    • The Trouble with Mistletoe(Jill Shalvis) – Started this Saturday afternoon. Finished it Sunday evening. Loved it.
    • Going Down Easy(Carly Phillips) – Started this Sunday evening. Finished it Sunday night. Liked it, but I’m kind of tired of the “hero was falsely accused of date rape in his past”. Because of course, the woman is always lying(do you hear the sarcasm there?). This was kind of addressed near the end, but still, it almost made me set the book aside.
    • Of Dreams and Rust(Sarah Fine) – Started this Monday morning. At 14%. Not sure if it’s because it’s been so long since I read the first book or what, but I find myself not really caring. So setting this aside until I finish the other books on this month’s list(or at least for the week). Then, I may try to pick it back up.
    • Hard as Steel(Laura Kaye) – Started this Monday afternoon. Tuesday afternoon. Liked it, but it didn’t feel like anything really happened.
    • Three Little Words(Susan Mallery) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. Finished it Wednesday evening.
    • Never Judge a Lady By Her Cover(Sarah MacLean) – Started this Wednesday evening. Finished this Friday night. Really enjoyed it.
    • See You Again(Kait Nolan) – Started this Saturday morning. Finished it Saturday afternoon. Loved it.
    • See No Evil(Allison Brennan) – Started this Saturday afternoon. On page 30/413
  • Secondary: Listen to 6 books – 1/6 Close to target
    • Prudence(Gail Carriger)  – Carrying this over from August. Finished this Wednesday afternoon. Really enjoyed it.
    • A Court of Wings and Ruin(Sarah J Maas) – Started this Thursday morning. On Chapter 10/84.
  • Stretch: Read 1 craft/research book – I did read a little more of The Story of the Irish Race for GH & SF.

Social Media:

  • Primary: Post weekly Writing Wednesday, Fiction Friday, SOCS, WeWriWa, & Sunday Summary posts –  On target
  • Secondary: Write & Post 25(5 prompts a week) Story a Day pieces – 8/25 written. 6/25 posted On target
    • Changing History
    • Birth – takes place after the end of Jonas & Isaac’s story
    • Dazzling Sunset – a bit with Ian and Aidan, from my short story, Hang On.
    • Looking Up – a bit of a “meet cute” for 2 new characters.
    • Moving Forward – a bit of ‘after ever after’ for Jonas & Isaac(though it comes before ‘Birth’.
    • Not Twins – continuation to my Preggers story, not posted
    • Motive – More Jonas & Isaac, combined with Stream of Consciousness Saturday
    • Breaking Rules – A quick 100 words of dialogue without quotation marks(prompt was to break some rules).
  • Stretch: Post to Patreon 4x – 2/4 – posted a monthly writing update this week, & posted Chapter 2 of Patrick & Sarah’s story. On target

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to read. I had a bit of a rough start getting back into the swing of things after Labor Day weekend, but I did manage to get there. And now it’s time to share a little more of Hawk’s story with you.

That caused an uproar around the table. I felt Damon’s arm tense where it rested against me, but we both waited until everyone settled down. Then, from the end of the table, Chief said, “Have a seat, boys. Get some breakfast before you work through the tale.”

“I don’t know if I can do it on a full stomach,” I admitted.

I caught Wraith’s eye from where he sat down near the other end of the table next to Medusa. He’d been my sponsor into the club, and he knew some of my story. But, not all of it. Even he didn’t know about my father’s past.

Just what is in his father’s past that makes Hawk think this was him? Will he be able to tell the story? Will they believe him? I’ll have more next week.

And here’s the next chapter of Staring at the Sun, if you’re following along with that.

“What do you think his motive is?”
Isaac glanced over at Konner, arching one eyebrow. “What are we, staring on a cop show now?”
Konner laughed, a little more than the statement probably warranted. He’d been like that a lot lately. Of course, Konner had always been able to find more humor in every day things than Isaac had. And it wasn’t because he’d had an easier life.
He hadn’t. But he apparently had something that was broken in Isaac. He ruthlessly shoved those thoughts—planted there by his father so many years ago, even though he’d thought he’d uprooted them by now—and turned back to the discussion. “Anyway, I thought it was your brother who was the investigator now.”
Konner snorted now. “I could set Maddix on him if you want. A little surveillance, and we’d have some answers.”
Isaac shook his head. “I’m not setting your private investigator brother on my ex-boyfriend. He hasn’t done anything.”
“Last time I saw him, he looked like he wanted to be your current boyfriend once again.”
“Jealous?”
Something flashed through Konner’s eyes, but he just grinned back at Isaac. “What would I be jealous of? I’m single and loving it, babe.”
Isaac knew when he used that pet name, he was covering up what he really felt. And Konner, single? Yeah, that never lasted long. “You are chronically falling in love, Kon. Single isn’t a state you exist in well.”
“But, it means no one is jealous when I flirt. Well, except that ex of yours. He didn’t look too happy when I flirted with you.”
“You’re being ridiculous. He doesn’t care. He just knows we’re exes, and thinks you might hurt me again.” He paused. “He obviously doesn’t know that you didn’t hurt me the first time.”
Their break-up had been a mutual parting. Konner had seen he still loved Jonas, even when he’d tried to deny it. Like he was still trying to do years later. And Konner had already been falling in love with someone else. As he’d said, it seemed to be a chronic condition for Konner.
“You did say you wanted to know why he keeps coming by, hanging out when you’re not busy. But, he leaves just as that tension starts snapping between you.”
“I don’t need a private investigator for those answers. I don’t need those answers.” Wasn’t sure he wanted them.
“You keep telling yourself that, Isaac. I can see the truth. Hell, everyone around here sees the truth.”
“I will,” Isaac said, ignoring the last two statements. “Thank you very much for your permission.”
Konner snorted again and bumped his shoulder against Isaac’s. Then, he started rambling on about…something. Isaac barely followed the conversation. Because…why did Jonas keep coming by? He shouldn’t care about the answer. But, he did. And he was afraid finding out would destroy him.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use “motive” in any form. Combining it with the Story a Day challenge. Used the prompt to go for emotion(was going for laughs, though may have fallen short there, though Konner always is a riot to write).

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