It’s #BookQW and she won’t break a ‘promise’. Will he?
More from Chapter 7:
Orb curse it, what else had Ty overheard when she and Piper were speaking at the bakery? Nothing she could afford to have repeated to Spike. She had to gain control. Her arms crossed automatically, but she managed not to frown. “What are you doing here?”
“I gathered from what you said earlier that you’d rather not make the deliveries,” Ty said. “I have afternoons off and could make them for you if we can arrange a swap.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “I may be interested, depending. I’ll finish here and meet you at the shop.”
Ty cast a look behind her to Spike. “I can take you back to the bakery.”
She eyed the motor scooter. That would ensure he wasn’t left here alone with Spike…and a trip on it might be fun. “Give me a minute.” She strode back to her handcart and tilted it onto the wheels. “My lift is here. I’m going.”
“Nay.” Spike grabbed the handle and dropped his voice. “When can we…you know?”
“Not this week.” Coral slid a sideways peek back at Ty. He was staring off to the ocean, but now she knew his ears were sharp. She leaned toward Spike. “I promised Manta a week of work. I cannot be put out of it.”
A grin spread across Spike’s face. “Are you admitting you might lose to me?”
Giving a snort, Coral ran her squinted gaze down his frame—
Curse it all! What was she doing? This act, her typical disdainful eyeing of an opponent, would certainly set the hook for Spike. “I’m admitting I won’t take the chance when my sister is relying on me.”
“Like that’s ever stopped you before.”
“Catch me next week.” She tugged on the cart.
He tightened his grasp. “Next week you’ll be gone.”
“We’re staying at anchor past Fest.”
“Then you have time—”
“Look, Spike.” Coral stepped closer and poked his chest. “I said not now. You’ll just have to get over me representing us at Fest.”
Red magic flickered in his eyes.
With a fierce glare, she yanked the handcart free and wheeled it over to the scooter. Ty handed her a piece of cord and gestured to the chrome rack at the back of the seat. She should be shaking, having bluffed Spike with no magic to back her up. But she wasn’t. And if Ty’s swap was good, she wouldn’t see Spike again this week.
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Personal update:
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve reported in, but honestly, there hasn’t been much different happening. We are still self-quarantining. Our metro Washington D. C. area continues to have high numbers of COVID19 cases. We have a routine: we walk at dawn.
After, I do a little gardening while the neighborhood is quiet, then I write upstairs. (My DH does his work in our basement office.) Often I have the guinea pigs up with me for an hour or so. Spencer, our foster, is quite chill for a one year old.
Our guinea pig rescue suspended adoption meets, so we’ve had this boy for a few months. In February, we lost one of our elder pigs, and now Spencer has a formed a bond with our grumpy eight-year-old Finley.
Yes, I think we are headed for foster-fail here.
My most exciting writing news is that Lost Whisperer of the Seas is a contest finalist! If you haven’t heard, read more on my blog post.
I’d really like to apply for a BookBub deal to highlight this honor for Lost Whisperer. However, they usually require high numbers of reviews. I only have nine. If you have read the novel and are able to review it, would you?
The links for getting to where to review are the same as its buy links. Thanks so much!
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