Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Hurrying this morning. Woke up not feeling good, but we have a busy day, eye doctor appointments and grocery shopping and then the fire department award banquet this evening. Hoping the ickiness has gone away. Now, for more of Hawk. This picks up right where last week’s left off.
That thought was still running through my head as we took the final turn toward the bookshop, and Wraith’s voice snapped out through the headsets in our helmets. “Down! Get the fuck down!”
I didn’t even bother to question it, instantly following the order. It didn’t seem to matter how long I’d been out, I was still a Marine, good at taking orders. I laid low over the engine, hugging it as close as I could while still keeping my bike upright.
I heard the ping, and the reverberation as something hit my helmet. Just a rock, I told myself. One of the bikes had just kicked a rock up. It wouldn’t be the first time it or a bug had felt like more than that.
What did hit him? Is he going to be okay? I’ll have the rest of this scene next week.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for any who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. Today’s snippet is the beginning of the next chapter, which picks up shortly after they leave for their ride.
By the time we got out on the road, the sun was riding high in the sky. It was a beautiful day, but even the full brightness of the sun couldn’t chase away the shadows that hovered over my thoughts. He was out there, my father. It was almost like I could feel his crosshairs in the middle of my back.
From the way Devil kept glancing over at me, he knew where my thoughts were going. Or maybe he had the same premonitory feeling I did.
It had been buzzing along my skin from the moment we rode away from the clubhouse. Something was going to happen today, even with our little babysitter along. I nearly snorted at that thought; Wraith would probably punch me out for thinking of him as little or a babysitter.
He might be able to watch our backs, but he wouldn’t be able to stop a sniper’s bullet.
Is Hawk’s feeling right? Is something going to happen? Will having Wraith around do any good? I should have more next week. 😉
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, a blog hop for everyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. This picks up from where last week’s left off and is the end of Chapter 3. May be sharing from something else after this since I’ve set Hawk’s story aside while I finish something else. I do still have 600 words of Chapter 4, so I may be able to keep going for a little bit at least. Anyway, here’s this week’s snippet:
I laughed at that and slid my hand along Devil’s back. “We’ll be right out there then.”
Trace’s face was full of color now, and he turned away. Icarus was still shaking his head. “Take care while you’re out there,” he said. “Having Wraith along will help ease my mind, but I don’t want a call from him telling me we need to bring a cage to transport your bodies back here.”
None of the men liked to drive a vehicle, or cage, if they didn’t have to. I couldn’t blame them, as I hated to as well. It would be even worse, though, if it was because we’d been stupid enough to get ourselves killed.
“We’ll do our best.”
Is something going to happen while they’re out? Will they make it back? What’s going to happen next? If you knew that, what would be the point in coming back to read more? 😉
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. This picks up right where last week’s snippet ended.
Icarus laughed and patted my shoulder. “This is how rumors start around here, even if you don’t mean them to.” He glanced over at Trace. “What did they say?”
Trace was still regaining the color in his face. He took a deep breath and another before finally looking back at his father. “Both are available. Wraith said he’d be out at his bike when the lovebirds are ready to go.” He held up his hands as he turned to me, but he didn’t wipe away the grin. “His words, not mine, I swear.”
Yeah, I’m not coming up with any clever questions this morning, so I’ll just leave it there. 😉
Our house officially went on the market Wednesday morning. 2 hours later we had someone interested in seeing it. They’re coming out this afternoon to look at it. *Fingers crossed* we get some good news. Trying not to let my hopes get up too high, though.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I skipped the next line of the scene I’ve been sharing from in Hawk’s story. Icarus thought Hawk meant more than he did by the grandchildren comment.
I burst out laughing. “God, your face. No, Icarus, not that I know, not that they confide in me, but I’m pretty sure you’d be one of the first to know if Birdie got knocked up.”
There was a choking sound behind me, and I turned to look back to where Trace had stumbled to a halt, his face white. “Birdie’s pregnant? Why wouldn’t she tell me?”
I dropped my head back and hit it against the wall behind me. Devil was bent over, holding his side. “No one is pregnant; I don’t know a damn thing,” I said. “I made one little comment and it’s rolling out of control now.”
A little relief from the stress they’ve been under. Don’t worry, that will be coming back pretty soon.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m continuing with Hawk’s story, picking up right where we left off last week.
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread over my face. “Really? When the hell were you going to tell us that? When’s the wedding?”
His smile widened a bit more. “I wasn’t sure I needed to issue a club-wide announcement, but Barbie’s planning a party, so they’ll all know anyway, and no date yet. Hopefully it won’t be another eighteen years, though.”
I laughed at that. With Barbie planning a party, the whole club and anyone associated with us would soon be celebrating the good news, and she likely wouldn’t let them get away with that ‘no date yet’ excuse for very long. “Good,” I said, “and if it’s another eighteen years, your grandkids could give you away.”
Hawk thinks he just made a simple statement, but it sets off a rolling bit of amusement, at least for him and Devil. I’ll have some of that next week, most likely.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m continuing with Hawk’s story right where we left off last week.
Trace nodded then jogged down the hallway. “He’s eager,” I said. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
I wasn’t sure Icarus could wipe the smile off his face. “He is that,” he agreed, “and without the chip I had on my shoulder at that age. I don’t know I could ask for more.”
“Really,” I asked, my lips twisting up into a smirk, “there’s nothing else you’d ask for?”
Icarus didn’t even try to tone down his grin. “Considering I finally got Cassie to agree to marry me? Nope.”
If you haven’t followed along with this series, Cassie & Icarus were together almost twenty years before, resulting in Trace, but stuff happened that separated them, so he didn’t know about Trace until the last year. And she’d married someone else, who was not a nice guy. She’s been living with them for over a year, and Icarus has been trying to earn her trust again(that mostly happened in the last story, Staring at the Sun).