Happy Wednesday! It’s the first day of school here, and my two are now off to 9th and 7th grades. It’s strange having the house so empty. I’m back to my regular work hours now, which is good news all around. Still, I miss the company.
I’m very nearly done with Drumbeat. Yeah, yeah…I’ve been saying that for weeks. I’m serious this time. With getting back to the school year schedule, I can be more efficient with my time. I should have it finished in the next couple of weeks.
Last time, I showed you Jamie’s piercings. This snippet is marginally related. For context, Jamie’s been sick with a head cold. Mrs. Phelps is their neighbor, previously known as Mrs. Crotchety.
WIPmath: 6 paragraphs for the 6th.
Jamie smiled. The note on the first bouquet wasn’t in an envelope, and Jamie saw Cian’s scrawling signature on the get-well card. He didn’t know whether Cian had sent two bouquets or if the second was from a fan. Not that the Creepy Crullers had that many, but a time or two had found them on the receiving end of nice things.
He accepted the flowers, and Mrs. Phelps winked at him as she stumped away with her cane. Jamie shook his head and opened the door. He set the flowers on the counter and took the note from the first one. Cian said he hoped Jamie felt better, and he was looking forward to their planned date that night.
Before Jamie could open the second card, Mack came out of the bathroom, wiping his freshly-shaved face with a towel. “What’s all that?”
“Cian sent them.” Jamie grinned in spite of himself.
“Nice.” Mack thwacked Jamie’s ass with the towel on his way past. He tossed it onto the back of a chair and started unloading the grocery bags.
Mack had his head in the fridge and therefore didn’t see Jamie’s reaction when he opened the second card. For a moment, Jamie thought he might collapse right there on the kitchen floor. He gripped the counter, trying—and failing—to take steady breaths.
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I was smiling until that last paragraph. I have a bad feeling who the other bouquet was from.
I’m sure you’re absolutely correct about that hunch.
OK, I want in to the next novel. Cameo role: the sharpshooter on top of the apartment block opposite TBF’s apartment block. Even if it turns out my gut instinct (and accompanying feeling of dread as Jamie opened the card) is wrong.
Also, great snippet! 🙂 Got completely sucked in and almost forgot to say.
I swear I replied to this yesterday. What is wrong with me? LOL.
Your gut instinct is spot on, of course. What Jamie does with that is probably going to make certain people unhappy. This is what I was working on when I said Jamie was doing something stupid. Which may actually turn out not to be the worst decision he’s ever made, but it’s not really the best way to handle the situation.
Uh-oh, competition of the not good sort, and Jamie looks caught in the middle. Toss that one bouquet, Jamie, and do it fast! Some people aren’t worth the misery.
Nice snippet!
Yeah, Jamie’s not in a good position here. I’ll post from this scene again next week so we can see what Jamie does with those flowers.
Oh no! Like the other Wippeteers, I get a sense of who the other set of flowers might be from. Really hope that Jamie ignores him, but I don’t think that will happen. Looking forward to next week when we get to find out what Jamie will do!
And that’s amazing that you are almost done your novel!! Enjoy the final stretch!!
Jamie’s going to do something probably unwise, but it won’t be contacting the sender of the flowers.
Oh, Jamie, please don’t do anything stupid. (I have a feeling he’s going to do something stupid).
Yes. Yes, he is. But not necessarily what people are expecting.