It`s time for Tuesday
Tales.
Today we have a snippet
from the third Harrisburg Railers MM hockey romance book, Deep Edge, that I’m coauthoring with Rj Scott. In this excerpt, Trent
is having some troubles trying to come to grips with this wild new passionate
thing growing between himself and Deiter.
Our word prompt today is
“Box”.
This story may have gay
erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those
things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks
for stopping by!
“He sent me a text that said,
‘It’s done’. Just that. Just those two words. What the flying fuck does that
mean? Is he in rehab? In the hospital? Hockey players,” I huffed and gave the
ceiling of my rink a sour look as I kept talking. “So, I called Adler Lockhart
who tells me that he’s having surgery. Which is good, he needs to attend to his
knee, but what about the pain afterward? He looked sober when he was here
yesterday but…well, yeah, but. And
now I’m even more lost and confused because every damn fiber of my being is
screaming at me to go to Harrisburg and see him, you know?”
The Tennant Rowe bobblehead
Layton and the Railers had presented me with bobbled its head in reply.
Wonderful. So helpful. I should shove
it back into its box.
“Do you think I should?” I
lifted the tiny resin figure from my lap and shook it. It just bobbled as any
good bobblehead should. I sighed and set it down on the cold, plastic seat
beside me, right next to the check I’d also gotten from the Harrisburg Railers
in attendance. The players who’d come to this debacle of a training
session/reality show had handed me a personal check for ten thousand dollars
for the rink, the real Tennant Rowe trying to put the check into my palm just
two hours ago, before they’d left to return to their lives for the rest of the
summer.
“What you’re doing here is
important,” he’d said as I tried to gracefully not take their money.
“Showing a bunch of
orangutans how to shave a few milliseconds off their time?”
The group gathered around me had
chuckled.
“No, what you’re doing with
the kids. Giving them a haven, a place to train without being judged or hated
on. That’s the important thing.” He
pressed the check into my chest. And held it there, right over my fluttering
heart. How had I gotten so attached to this pod of apes so quickly? They’d
certainly showed me that not all hockey players were lumbering cretins bent on
humiliating the little figure skater with the perfectly applied eyeliner and
gloss. Imagine that. Giving people a chance and not judging on past
experiences. What a novel concept.
“And turning us all onto Pilipino
food,” Arvy chimed in.
“Good Pilipino food,” Stan
enthused. Another round of laughter.
“I’ll be happy to take this for the children.
Thank you.” I hugged Tennant and Jared then went down the line, giving each of
them a hug and a soft kiss on the lips. Not a sexual kiss just a friendly one.
The sexual kisses were reserved for the Railer that wasn’t here.
Copyright 2017
©by V.L. Locey & Rj Scott
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6 comments:
Excellent as always. Love how you can delve into your character's mind and emotions like that.
My heart broke for Trent there now that everything seems to be over. And yes he should go to Deiter! Great job!
I love this guy. And the whole concept of doing something good for these kids.You know how to build realistic, lovable characters. And I love reading about them.
Thank you all!
great job! I like these characters. This made me laugh: “Showing a bunch of orangutans how to shave a few milliseconds off their time?”
Thank you, Jillian!
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