Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my WIP (Work In Progress) Pink Pucks and Power Plays, an M/F romantic-comedy, starring my sassy, curvaceous society page reporter, Viviana Land, and defenseman for the Philadelphia Wildcats professional hockey team, Alain Lessard.
In today`s excerpt, Alain and Viviana share an intimate evening on the farm he`s renting for the summer. Viviana`s secret is still safely hidden . . . for the moment.
This week we`re writing to a picture prompt and the excerpt must not be longer than 300 words.
Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.
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Dinner was delicious. The roast was moist and well-seasoned, the potatoes and carrots that had been cooked in the broth mouthwatering. Alain had made us a big root beer float which we were now sharing on a rustic swing on his front porch. It was too colloquial for words.
His four dogs were lazing by our feet. The chains that held the swing to the ceiling squeaked softly as we swung. My head was pillowed on his shoulder. Fireflies filled the front yard. Frogs could be heard in the distance. The light from the living room was softly muted through the sheers as it fell over us through the window.
“So why here?” I asked, spooning some vanilla ice cream into his mouth.
“Mmm, well,” he swallowed then pushed the swing gently, “It reminds me of where I grew up I suppose. The nearby town has red brick storefronts and pretty canopies over the windows, just like back home. Of course, the flags hanging outside your stores are not our flag, but the American one. It is nearly as nice as ours,” he teased, dropping a vanilla and root beer flavored kiss to my lips. “Also, the dogs do not do well in kennels for long periods. So, Bruno found this place for me. The rent, it is so cheap I had to ask the realtor several times to make sure I heard correct.”
“I bet it`s half of what I pay for my condo.” I stirred soda and ice cream languidly.
“I know it is half of what I pay in Philadelphia for a studio apartment,” he announced, his fingers toying with the bare skin where neck and shoulder met. “So, shall we discuss rent or find something more enjoyable to do?”
I opted for the more enjoyable and met his cold lips eagerly.
Copyright ©by V.L. Locey
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