How’s your weekend going so far? Coloring Easter eggs? I remember those days. It used to be so much fun to do with the kids, both my own and students. My weekend? Same old, same old, but that isn’t bad. Here I sit at my computer with a document in front of me. I can’t complain. Well, I can complain about things, but I won’t.
Wishing you all a Happy Easter.
This snippet has nothing to do with Easter, but today I thought I’d share one of the rewrites from book #1, Cowboy Boss and his Destiny. Tristan has some issues going on in this new edition. No matter how hard he tries to convince his family they have nothing to worry about, some of them find it hard to overcome the past.
Modified from the original to avoid spoilers.
Nora’s mind had become unsettled. She glanced at Tristan when he entered his office through the interior door. He wore those damn chaps again. The sexy look of him wearing them lit her up inside. However, she needed to avoid him. She leaned back against her chair and stretched. This morning after her doctor’s appointment, she’d taken a detour to a gift store she’d found online to purchase a special gift for Judy’s birthday next month.
Two nights ago, while perusing an online catalog with her, Judy had mentioned, or hinted at how much she’d love a handmade necklace like the one in the catalog. Nora had wanted to see the necklace in person before purchasing. Besides, she’d felt terrific after seeing the doctor, but she should’ve avoided the detour.
After what she’d seen today, her good mood had crashed and burned. As she had driven past the casino toward the store, Tristan’s truck pulled out of the parking lot. There’d been no mistake. His truck was undeniable. Her world had dropped into a sinkhole, and her heart had fallen in first then got buried by the weight of dread. There could’ve been many reason’s he’d been there. To eat? A business meeting concerning his magazine? Having a business meeting at a casino wasn’t a wise choice for him, and he knew it, or so he’d led her to believe. Nora sat back and sighed.
She brushed it off to concentrate on catching up with work email, but she couldn’t focus. She had to trust him. If she approached him now, both of their worlds would fall apart. But why? Why would he risk everything? Knowing her, she’d blurt out the same question, but she couldn’t, not until she figured out a way to bring it up or pretend it didn’t happen. Trust him. There has to be a good reason.
Nora rose from her chair and paced around her office. She’d be taking a short hiatus from the blog. Everything had been caught up, and Tristan could handle the rest on his own. Of course, she’d help with the magazine from home. Thunder in the distance fit her mood today.
Nora fanned her face. What had happened to the air conditioning? She strode to the door and thought of getting iced tea from the kitchen. Tristan had removed his chaps and now stood at the window peering outside. His wide stance and an arm across his chest showed he was agitated. Maybe he had something to tell her, but he brought the phone up to his ear. She ducked back inside to listen. Albeit, she didn’t want to hear what she didn’t want to know. This felt like betrayal, when in fact, the betrayal would be to her. She wanted to go home and cry.
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Thanks for visiting on this gloomy Saturday. It’s gloomy where I am. I hope y’all have sunshine in your weekend.
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel 
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