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WeWriWa: “Out of Control”

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.

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WeWriWa: “Give You Away”

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.

WeWriWa: “Without the Chip”

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).

WeWriWa: “Against Arrow”

Welcome to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story(I really do need to come up with a title for this one). This week’s picks up right after last week’s, with Icarus deciding who to send with Hawk and Devil.

”Arrow and Wraith,” he said, turning to Trace. “Go get them, see if either is available to ride. Both would be better, but too many of us out together might draw attention as well.”

“I’d prefer Wraith,” I said, “if only one can come. Nothing against Arrow, I like the kid, but I’ve known Wraith a lot longer.” If we ran into any trouble, I’d definitely prefer to have the former SEAL at my back.

Icarus nodded. “Check with them, Trace. If he can go, send Wraith back here. If not, Arrow.”

Will Wraith be able to go with them? Is something going to happen when they do go?

WeWriWa: “Smart Move”

Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve had a much better week than the previous one. No getting stuck outside and all my writing goals met early. And now I’m here with the next bit of Hawk’s story. I did skip one short paragraph, but otherwise this picks up right after last week’s.

”Then, yeah,” I said, “I think we’re gonna head out. I’d like to check in with Mr. Bentley, make sure he’s still doing okay. Other than that, I’m not sure where we’ll go.”

Icarus nodded his head. Then, kept nodding as if he was weighing options in his head. Probably about who he could send along with us. A babysitter. I tried to shove the bitter thought out of my head. After the trouble Damon found himself in earlier with the Ivory Crows, it was a smart move, especially if they were the ones behind my father’s appearance. Getting us alone would be just what they’d want.

Is Hawk right? Are they in for some trouble?(I haven’t even written that far, so I really can’t tell you).

WeWriWa: “No Prison”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still catching up from a night of no sleep(basically our screen door jammed when I was outside and couldn’t get back in with no one to let me in until daughter woke up in the morning and nowhere to sleep in the garage, but at least I was out of the rain for the night). But, I’m here with the next bit of Hawk’s story.

“You two heading out?” Icarus asked.

I glanced at Damon, and he looked bright suddenly. He needed this. Hell, we both needed this. “Thought you wanted us to stick around here,” I said, even though I didn’t want to argue if he was letting us out of here.

“I would,” Icarus said, “but the clubhouse is no prison, and I do not want to turn it into one.”

I saw the flash of old pain go through his eyes. He’d been in a cell before. It was part of why the freedom of our lifestyle meant so much to him.

So, are they going to head out? What will happen when/if they do?(I haven’t even gotten that far -I only have about another 550 words written past this). If you’ve read Into the Sun, you know what that last bit refers to.

WeWriWa: “Walk on Eggshells”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, and to a new year. I hope it’s been a good start for everyone. It’s freezing here, was 0 this morning, but words have been flowing, so there’s that. And today I have more of Hawk’s story. This continues right after last week’s.

A throat cleared behind us, and I could have sworn I heard a laugh in it. I turned my head and saw Icarus standing there, Trace beside him. It still threw me after more than a year how much the two of them looked alike. Trace still held himself back a little, as if afraid someone might lunge at him at any moment.

Devil coughed slightly and I saw his cheeks start to turn red. I knew he still worried a bit about other people seeing us together. No one here cared about it, though, or not so much they didn’t care, but they accepted without reserve.

Neither of us had been used to that before coming here to the club.

Still, I would have thought by now he’d have come to realize we were safe here; maybe he could never feel safe, though. I wished he would; I hated having to walk on eggshells around him when it came to showing my desire around him, but if it meant holding onto him, I would do just that.

Uh oh, is there trouble ahead in this relationship? We’ll have to wait and see. 😉

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