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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “So/Sew/Sow”

So, when are you moving back home.”

Corrin glanced over at her brother. “Who said I was?”

“Well, you finally told us the truth about getting kicked out of school. What else are you going to do?”

“Exactly what I have been doing. Working for Gio at the pub and staying at the apartment with Jer and Silas. I don’t see why anything has to change just because you know what’s going on now.”

Neil frowned at her. “That’s not right, Cor. You shouldn’t be staying with those two guys. What if-”

“What?” she interrupted him. “You think they’ll take advantage of me?” She actually laughed at that. “Yeah, I don’t see that happening.”

“You never know. I know how guys think. You’d be better off at home.”

“You’re such an asshole sometimes, Neil. I think you’ve been spending too much time around Cormac.”

“What does our cousin have to do with anything?”

“You reap what you sow. That’s what he’s always saying. Because everything that happened is of course my fault.”

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Neil said. “Because you won’t tell us exactly what happened.”

And she didn’t plan to now. Not when she felt so much judgment from her brother already. “And you don’t have to worry about the boys. If there’s a man as honorable as Jeremiah, I’ve never met him. And Silas is gay. He doesn’t have any interest in taking advantage of me. Why do you think he never comes with Jer to any of our family things? He’s sure they’ll judge him.”

Neil scoffed. “Our family isn’t like that.”

“And yet you’re judging them for letting me crash on the couch for the last month and not asking anything in return. I’m just trying to sew the pieces of my life back together.”

“A little dramatic there, aren’t you? Come on. They’re going to wonder where we’ve gotten to.”

She pasted a smile on her face as they headed back to the gathering. If only a happy mask could make it so.

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It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday again, and I spent it with Corrin. I wasn’t even sure I’d come up with something for today than Corrin and her brother started talking. So, I threw this together. Pretty sure it will take place before Playing with Fire starts.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Hair”

“Your boys are here.”

Corrin glanced over at her cousin, Gio, also her boss. His light red hair was pulled back from his face, and his blue eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. Then, she looked in the way he gestured. And saw Jeremiah and Silas sitting at one of the tables. She looked back at her cousin then. “You don’t seem to have a problem with our arrangement,” she said. “You don’t think it’s wrong?”

One corner of his mouth lifted a little higher. “Do you really think I, of all people, would judge?”

“My dad does,” she said softly. It still hurt that her dad couldn’t accept that she was happy.

Gio gave her shoulders a quick squeeze. “He’ll come around. Even Cormac has started to with me and Cam. And you know how easy it is to bring Cormac around to anything not originally his idea.”

Corrin laughed at that. He did have a point. She just wasn’t sure if it was true.

“Go see your boys,” he said, squeezing her shoulders once more before heading back behind the bar.

Corrin headed toward the table and caught Silas’ eye first. His smile spread and he shoved some of his dark hair back from his face. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder, and his grin joined Silas’. “What can I do for you boys?” she asked, trying to smother her own grin.

“Well, now,” Silas said, I could tell you, but I doubt your cousin would like any of those suggestions. Ow!” He reached under the table, likely to rub the leg Jeremiah must have kicked. “I was just teasing.”

Corrin couldn’t help but laugh. “What can I get you to eat or drink?” she rephrased her question.

Silas still waggled his eye brows at her, and she laughed again, but he behaved this time as they orders drinks and dinner. As she turned to leave, she saw Silas lean across the table and kiss Jeremiah. There was no jealousy when she saw the two of them together. Just an eagerness to be able to join them. A couple more hours of work, and she’d be able to do just that.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was “hair”. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to work that in. But, I decided to visit with Corrin and company from Playing with Fire. This will come after the actual story.

SOCS/Just Jot It: Day 28 – “Wood/Would”

Would you come over here?”

Corrin looked over at Jeremiah. “What?”

“Just come here.”

She stood up and moved over toward him. When she reached him, he pulled her right up against him. “I thought we were taking a vacation,” he said. “And yet, you’re still up early working. Silas claims you have a dictionary in your head. Doesn’t it have the definition of vacation?”

She laughed and smacked lightly at his shoulder. “I just wanted to get a little work done. You and Silas were still sleeping when I came out here.” She glanced around. “Where is Silas? Still sleeping?”

Jeremiah shook his head. “He’s outside.” He pressed his mouth to hers, his hands sliding up her back. Neither moved even when the door swung open.

“if you two want to stop making out, I could use some help with this wood so we can get a fire started.”

They’d been together for several months, so Silas’ teasing shouldn’t still make her blush. But, she moved away to save what she’d been working on as Jeremiah moved toward the door. He paused by Silas for a moment, their mouths meeting for a brief kiss, before Jeremiah shrugged on his coat and went out to haul in the rest of the wood.

Silas looked over at her and smiled. She knew people, particularly her family, didn’t understand how they could work together. But, they just did. And she was very happy for that.

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It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Day 28 of Just Jot It January. Today’s prompt was to use wood/would, one or both, in any way we want. This would take place after the end of Playing with Fire. Just a little look into where they might go after the “happy ever after”.

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 21 – “Glass”

“Can you hand me that glass if you’re done with it?”

Corrin glanced over at Silas, standing at the sink full of soapy water. How long had he been washing the dishes? She’d barely noticed him getting up from the other side of the table. She’d finally broken through the block she’d had on this story and had obviously gotten swept up in it.

She passed the glass over to him and returned her gaze back to her computer screen. She was getting close on this one, just a few more threads to pull together, and she’d know how to end it. As long as she didn’t get in her own way again.

“You ever going to tell us the rest of what happened in January?”

She was almost distracted enough that the words were close to pouring out of her. But, she snapped her mouth closed at the last minute. “I already told you,” she said.

“Not everything. I can tell you’re still holding something back. Even Jer thinks you are, but he’s not going to press you on it.”

“Then, why are you?” Her fingers trembled as she set them back on the keyboard. She didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t really even want to think about it.

He finally turned and leaned back against the counter. “Because I can see it still eating at you. I may not feel the same way he does,” his lips tilted up slightly at that, “but I still care about you. What happened, Corrin?”

She shook her head and even though she kept her fingers on the keyboard, she couldn’t type anything. She didn’t want to go into it. Didn’t want them to see her that way. Especially not Jeremiah. He wasn’t here right now, but she knew he and Silas shared just about everything. Still, if anyone, Silas was the one she could be open with. Her relationship with him was different than what she had with Jeremiah. “This stays between us?” she asked.

“If that’s what you need. I promise.”

She nodded. Silas had never made a promise he hadn’t kept. So, she started talking and felt some of the weight she’d been carrying these last couple months melt away.

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Today is Day 21 of Just Jot It January and also another Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s prompt for both was “glass”, either using the word in the post or finding something made of glass and using that. This is going to happen sometime during Playing with Fire. I know what happened with Corrin, but I’m being evasive about it for reasons. You may just have to wait until I finish writing the story to find out. 🙂

SOCS/JusJoJan: Day 7 – “coat”

Smoke coated his lungs as he tried to find his way out of the room. Flames were climbing up the walls, the smoke making it nearly impossible to see. They were in here somewhere, though. he had to find them. He couldn’t leave the two people he loved the most behind, no matter what it cost him.

He found the door with his shoulder and it started shaking. “Jeremiah!”

He jerked awake, his breathing still labored. But, when he looked around, the room was clear of smoke and flames. He ran a hand over his face then looked up at his roommate. “What are you doing in here, Silas?” He glanced toward the door, but their temporary roommate, Corrin, hadn’t joined the party.

“Well, when I hear you shouting my name like you’re terrified, I’m going to come in and see what’s wrong.”

Shit. He hadn’t realized he’d actually been screaming. Maybe that’s why his throat felt slightly raw even outside the dream. “Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You really think that’s what I’m worried about? Come on, Jer. You know me better than that.”

He did, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. “Did Corrin wake up?”

“No. She seems to be dead to the world once she falls asleep.” He settled on the edge of the bed. “I thought you were going to talk to your sister about these dreams.”

“I did,” he said, throwing his arm over his face. “She said she still has them, and she hasn’t walked into an active fire for a couple years now. They aren’t just going to go away.”

Silas set his hand on the arm Jeremiah had covering his face. He didn’t move away from the bed, either. And just his presence helped Jeremiah relax after the nightmare. He wished his subconscious would let go of the fear of losing either Silas or Corrin. It would be nice to get at least one full night of sleep.

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This is my combined post for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It Day 7 and the prompt of “coat”. I wasn’t sure what direction I was going to go with this before I started writing. Thought maybe it would have to do with Jeremiah’s turnout gear as a firefighter. But, my mind decided on a different way to go.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: First/Last

It’s time for the last Stream of Consciousness post of 2016. This week’s prompt is to use first/last or words that mean the same. I’ve had a set of characters who just won’t leave me alone this week. So, I’ll give them some time to play here.

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First, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The corners of Silas’ mouth curled up. He’d known Jeremiah for nearly a decade now. The man was one of the most honest, honorable people he knew. But, he’d always had a strong vein of denying his own feelings. “Seriously, man, I hope you don’t think I’m blind. Even if I was, I’d probably be able to see it. The sparks you two throw off light up the whole damn room.”

Color filled his friend’s face, and Silas tried to ignore the ache in his chest. He wanted someone to look at him the way Corrin looked at Jeremiah. Hell, he wanted Jeremiah to look at him that way. There’d been times when he’d thought he had. He just wished he could ignore his feelings the way Jeremiah seemed to.

“You’re so full of it, Silas. I don’t even know why you’re pushing this.”

Neither did he. Except he wanted his friend to be happy. He thought Corrin could help him find that. And he liked her, too. Something had happened to her recently, something that was weighing her down. he wished she’d talk about it. But, even Jeremiah said she wouldn’t talk to him about whatever it was. She needed to talk to somebody about it, he was sure about that.

They weren’t exactly best friends. He wasn’t sure they could ever be with Jeremiah between them. But, he hated to see the haunted look in her eyes.

“Second,” Jeremiah said, pulling him out of his thoughts, “I won’t take advantage of her when she’s vulnerable.”

Their thoughts seemed to be running along similar lines. “Jer, I don’t think you’re capable of taking advantage of anyone.”

His friend frowned at that. Yeah, he definitely didn’t see himself the way Silas did. “Trust me,” Silas added, “that’s a good thing.”

Jeremiah ran his thumb over his lips. Lips it had been too long since Silas had kissed. He wanted to pull his thumb away and do just that right now. But, he couldn’t. They hadn’t touched each other since Corrin had started sleeping on their couch. Almost two months now.

“Third,” Jeremiah finally said, “it’s not fair to you.”

“I’ve seen you with girls before,” Silas said. “There’s nothing unfair about it.” Except for the way everything twisted up inside him.

“But, she’s different,” Jeremiah said. “You know she is.”

He did. Even he could feel it. And he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He turned away from his friend, trying to get his thoughts in order. Then, he felt his friend step up behind him, putting one hand at the small of his back and nudging him so he turned back. One hand stayed at Silas’ back while the other came up to cup his cheek. There’d always been so much between them. Some they didn’t even say. Maybe they didn’t have words for it.

“This is different, too,” Jeremiah said, then his lips were on Silas’.

At last.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Cook”

I skipped last week’s prompt, mostly because I couldn’t come up with anything for it. But, I’ve had something simmering in my head since I saw the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt yesterday. We have a busy day(ok, we’re busy through Monday), but I’m going to try to get it down before we have to get going.

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“I do know how to cook, you know?” Alaina said. “You don’t have to hover.”

Declan laughed from behind her. “Trust me, I know you can. We probably wouldn’t have survived if I’d had to do the cooking.”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at her older brother. They may bicker, but she was so grateful to have him in her life, especially after their mother had died and her stepfather hadn’t stuck around. He’d sacrificed a lot to finish raising her, and that’s something she’d never forget. “I’m sure you would have figured it out.” She went back to stirring the bowl in front of her. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t make it back for the wedding.”

“You could have,” he said, but she didn’t hear any censure in the words. “If you would’ve accepted my offer.”

She closed her eyes. He had offered to pay for her ticket back to Texas for the wedding. But, after everything he’d done for her, she couldn’t accept more from him. “No, I couldn’t,” she said softly.

She felt him behind her then, and his arms wrapped around her. “I don’t regret anything I’ve ever done for you. Don’t ever forget that.”

She smiled ever as tears welled in her eyes. She had missed her big brother, even as much as she loved it here. “You know Uncle Niall and Aunt Eileen are glad you, Eva, and Dani were able to make it for Christmas. They were afraid something might come up.” Not that she was sure what. She didn’t even know exactly what her brother did, except install security. But, she didn’t understand how that had gotten him shot–twice–over the summer.

“I said we’d be here. I wouldn’t have broken that promise unless I couldn’t help it. You know that.”

She did. and she didn’t say it, but she was even happier he was here. She liked being here in Ireland with her father’s family, but she’d missed Declan. He took a step back but didn’t go far. “Now, before Aunt Eileen comes in and kicks me out of the kitchen, what’s this I hear about some friends that will be joining us.”

Alaina could feel her face warm, but she kept her gaze on the ingredients she was measuring. “I’m sure she told you, they’re friends of Sean’s.”

“Yes. She also told me one of them has been paying an awful lot of attention to you.”

That actually wasn’t Sean’s friend. It was his younger brother. “They don’t have much in the way of family, either. Braeden helped raise Caelan, just like you. They’re going to spend the holidays here. I don’t know what else there is to know.”

“How about how you feel about him?”

She turned to him then and tried to control her flush, though that was nearly impossible. “I feel that I’m a grown woman now, and what I feel is my business.”

He scowled for a moment then burst out laughing. “Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what Eva told me, too.”

“I like your wife, Declan.”

His smile was soft as he said, “Yeah, I do, too.” He took another step back and said, “I’ll get out of your hair now. Go see if Dani’s back from the barn with Uncle Niall yet.”

The whole family had taken instantly to Declan’s new stepdaughter, and Alaina was especially happy her brother had found this happiness. He deserved it, maybe more than any of them. And she hoped she could find it one day, too.

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I don’t know how far this will go, but I’ve been thinking about writing a novella about Declan’s sister since I wrote Protecting the Heart, even though this series was only supposed to be a trilogy. So, I may work on this once I finish Defending the Heart.

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