I'm late! I couldn't decide this morning on what to post and then I had to run out for my weekly volunteer work.... I apologize! But I'm here now with a nice little snippet settled upon!
I know it's only Tuesday but how has your week started off? Is it treating you right? I started the week off by keeping my son home sick on Monday. He's better and off to school today. I've been rejected for two jobs (not writing related) and went this morning to apply at another only to discover that the business didn't open until 9am and I wasn't able to stick around waiting for them to open! (This was at 7:50am)!
So... on to the teaser! This is part of a really short piece (only about 4k words) that is actually completed! Haha! Don't forget to check out the fanta-bulous Krystal Shannan's teaser as well.... I hear there's Vikings!!
Wyatt heard the car stop in front of the house. Right on time. His sister-in-law, Stacie, had been certain her friend would get lost. His knees popped as he stood from the porch swing and he ignored the dull ache in his shoulder. An arctic blast was blowing in from Canada but he didn’t need the weather man to tell him that. The aches in his joints were accurate enough as he moved down the steps.
“Missy Forsyth,” Wyatt called out unable to hide his grin. He had met Missy when his brother had married her best friend in Georgia. Missy froze mid-step at the sound of his voice. Wyatt stumbled over his work boots as his eyes met hers. Her dark grey eyes glittered with tears. “Darlin’, are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m okay,” she hurried to wipe away the evidence of her tears. “It’s Melissa. Stacie is the only person who still calls me Missy,” she added with a tight smile. “It’s good to see you, Wyatt.” Melissa hesitated before she extended her hand.
Wyatt’s eyes swept over her body for any sign that physical harm had caused her tears. He smiled as his warm hand wrapped around her cold one. “I see you’re still a little mite.” He chuckled as he pushed his hat back and looked down at her. The top of her head didn’t quite reach his chin. He recalled how she had fit against him when they’d danced at the wedding. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I can see why Stacie hasn’t made any plans to come back to Georgia.” Melissa ignored his question and gestured towards the view. Behind the two-story brick ranch house stood a red barn and stable. Beyond them the deep autumn colors reflected in the sunset off the Rockies. “It’s beautiful. I’m glad I brought my camera.”
It just got a whole lot prettier. Wyatt nodded in agreement. “Stacie has had her eye on the weather all week. She hopes the mountain peaks catch their first snowfall while you’re here.”
“Where is Stacie?” Melissa asked. A cold wind rustled by and she stepped closer to him. Her warm vanilla fragrance filled his nostrils and Wyatt wondered if she tasted like vanilla too.
“Stacie and Jack ran into town to see the doctor.” Wyatt touched Melissa’s arm and reached past her into the back seat for her suitcase.
“Is Stacie okay?” She asked as they started across the yard.
“Junior wants to make an early appearance,” Wyatt said over his shoulder as they stepped inside the house. He caught her eyes as they rolled up his backside. He grinned at her embarrassment....