It`s
time for Tuesday Tales.
Today
we have a snippet from a new MM hockey romance book, Lost in Indigo. In this excerpt, Mat shows off his bear imitation
but Indigo seems impervious to the snapping and snarling.
Our
word prompt today is “Chain”.
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!
“Who is
driving?” I snapped, arms folded over my “Ride the Surge” t-shirt.
They all looked
at each other as if they were leery of crawling into the cart with an angry
golden bear.
“I’ll drive you
up.” Indigo skipped around the back of the cart, tossed my bags into the back,
then planted his ass behind the wheel, an impish smile playing on those rouged
lips.
“Does that
grumbly grizzly yanking on his chain
act always work on people?”
“Not always.”
Apparently Indigo Neu wasn’t scared of the big bad bruin. I wasn’t sure if that
was good or bad. “Usually not.” I grimaced as I tried to find a comfortable way
to sit in the tiny cart. My legs were too long to stretch them out.
“We’ll be at
the house soon.” Indigo slowed a bit, following the sharp curve with care. When
we rounded the bend, my house stood before me, welcoming me.
“Wish I had a
dog,” I mumbled as I wriggled around. My leg was paining me terribly now, that
hit on the bumper flaring things up, I assumed.
I looked over
at my driver. His profile was appealing. My whole leg hurt now, not just from
the knee down. Even my toes were curled in protest.
“A watermelon
bird?” Indigo nodded then gave me a quirky little inclination of his head as we
rolled into the shade. Trees swayed in the strong wind, the rustling of the
thick canopy music to my ears.
“Christ, my damn leg hurts.”
“Sorry. I’m
going as slow as I can.”
“No, it’s not
you.”
We crawled to
the front porch, the golf cart barely moving now. I groaned in misery viewing
that ugly wheelchair ramp sprawled over the five steps on the side of the
porch.
The cart rolled
to a stop. “Just sit there and let me run inside to get the wheel—”
“I don’t need
that chair.” I reached behind me, found the crutches, and got to my feet. I
clumped up over the new boards, glaring at them and mumbling. “Fucking played
half a period three years ago with a broken rib. Had my fingers busted from a
slash and played. Had to pull out my own teeth a time or two. Never had no
chair for any of that.”
Indigo appeared
at my side, whistling a tune that tickled some old memory. I threw him a look
as he walked at my pace, my bag over his lean shoulder, his hat riding at a
jaunty angle.
“One time I
took a header over the handlebars of my bike and tore all the skin off my
chin.” He bounced around in front of me, tipped his head up, and showed me a
delicate patch of pale skin under his chin. A few wispy whiskers coated his
chin and jaw line. When he lowered his head, his dark eyes glittered with good
humor. Did he not get that I was trying to be miserable?
Copyright 2017
©by V.L. Locey
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7 comments:
He's like a puppy trying to make his grouchy owner laugh..lol love it. Love the parrot idea by the way.
Why is it every boy who takes a header off his bike rips open his chin? Both my sons did that, the eldest at least three times. Great scene. Love the last line and the watermelon bird. Great job!
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What a great character is Indigo! I love his positive attitude vs. Mr. Grumpy. Terrific scene.
Indigo is delightful, and I adore his shenanigans.
Thanks you all so much!
I adore Indigo! The way he just sort of bounces around him to cheer him up. Something tells me that it's working. Great job!
I love how they interrelate and how Indigo tries to cheer him up by comparing accidents. Great story so far!
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