Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I looked down, and sure enough, he was right.
The angle would be impossible.
“Show me,” I ordered.
He looked at me with a raised brow, but I got up and ordered Simi to take my place. “Show me.”
He did so, ordering Simi to go where I wanted to place my heroine, then took the place of the hero.
And he was right.
There would be no penetration happening at that angle.
“What about if you lift your leg?” Kristoff asked curiously.
I looked over to find him with a Christmas wreath in one hand, and a bowl of popcorn in the other.
“There,” Simi nodded. “That’ll work.”
“How do you know?” I wondered.
“Because I can feel his dick on my…” Simi started, but Coffey placed his hand over Simi’s mouth. “Don’t.”
Snickering, I pulled away and said, “Let me snap a pic of the hips and the chair.”
They held still, and I sent it to the producer.
Shutting my screen off, I put my phone into my pocket and then turned to my husband.
Husband.
Wow, that was still so weird to say.
Last month we’d stopped in Reno and gotten married on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
The only one in attendance was Ulitza, who’d been asleep the whole time.
This whole traveling circus thing was great.
Was it ideal to sleep in an over-the-cab camper? No. But we made it work, and I loved every second of it. Eventually, it wouldn’t work anymore. But until then…we were living it up.
And I was living the dream.
“You ready to go decorate?” he asked.
We didn’t have a tree to decorate, but we were decorating the wreath that we planned on putting in the front of the truck for the next few days.
And since we weren’t sure how it would hold up, we were decorating with stuff that was biodegradable for the environment.
“I am,” I said. “Where’s Ulitza?”
He pointed at the truck. “Left her on the hood.”
Laughing, I waved goodbye to Coffey and Simi, then we went and decorated the wreath.
And later that night, when I was lying in his arms, with Ulitza snugged up close to my back, I said, “I’m glad I took the chance.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “I’m glad you did, too. Merry Christmas, baby.”
I felt my heart swell. “Merry Christmas to you, too. Night. I love you.”
He squeezed me even tighter.
And we slept.
And we lived happily ever after.
COVID SHORTS
Author’s Note:
Once upon a time, during the pandemic, I started writing a small snippet a day. These are little glimpses into your characters’ lives during some of the most trying times of ours. Once upon a time, I was just going to write during the ‘flatten the curve’ part of the pandemic. But eventually, I had to choose a time and actually stop since it was very apparent it wasn’t going to be only 14 days. So here are those small little snippets. Remember, these are completely companion pieces that will be a spoiler if you haven’t read that certain book before.
PROLOGUE
Don’t bite the hand that fingers you. Or whatever that saying is.
-Cheyenne to Ember
CHEYENNE
“The best part of all of this is I get to spend more time with you,” Sam rumbled from across the room.
I looked up, a huge smile on my face aimed directly at him, only to realize that he was staring at the new puppy we’d just gotten and not me.
He was rubbing her ears, his smile huge, and aimed solely at the chocolate lab we’d gotten at the animal shelter two weeks ago.
One week before we’d been forced into social isolation.
I narrowed my eyes at my man.
“What about me?” I asked sweetly.
He looked up and shrugged.
“I like spending time with you, too,” he admitted. “But you’re not really here all that much. Ol’ Derringer and I have been getting some quality time together. I taught her how to fetch me a beer today.”
That was true.
Being an ER director, I hadn’t been on the ‘frontlines’ in years. I’d been in office meetings, board meetings, and in my office battling budget cuts and who to hire next.
Except, these last two weeks that old ’Rona had come into the United States, things just hadn’t been the same.
I’d had to dust off my skills, and I was right back in it like I’d never been away.
The worst thing was not being able to see my grandbabies.
That was the pits.
But I’d do anything for them, even stay away when it broke my heart a little bit more every day.
“I think the bread is done,” Sam said, sniffing the air.
I got up and walked to the kitchen.
Sure enough, the timer had about fifteen seconds left on it.
Sweet.
I could really use a slice of the banana bread right now.
I was tired. Grumpy. And hungry.
Three very bad combinations.
However, by the time I pulled the pan out of the oven, I’d burnt my hand on the rack, dropped the loaf pan onto the oven door and nearly dropped it entirely onto the floor, and then knocked a mason jar off the corner of the counter for it to shatter at my bare feet.