Heavens, what a day! It’s been a nonstop trot today, meeting after meeting all day long, and I’m not nearly done yet. I’m also rather buzzed from the last meeting, which is not the state of mind I need to be in to sit down and proofread. It’s fortunate that my to-do list is long and varied, so I can pick a task – like writing my Tuesday Teaser post – that will help me calm down enough to tackle the second to last job before Crossfire is out of the door. (The last one is to click PUBLISH!!!)
I’m not very good at writing fiction to order. Or to a deadline, or a specified word count. Maybe one of these days I’ll learn how to do it, but for now it’s taken me three attempts to produce a story for the big MM Romance Valentine’s Day Giveaway. But… I’ve gotten there and Crossfire is one final proofread away from leaving the house.
It’s the story of Dean coming to terms with the sudden realisation that he has a crush on a potential business partner (and not the man’s gorgeous wife as might be expected.) And for today’s Tuesday Teaser you can watch Dean pluck up the courage to break the news to his twin sister.
“How did it go with Mrs. P?” Cat queried as she set a brimming mug on the desk beside me.
“Hm. We had lunch. She invited me back for coffee. I declined.”
I shrugged, mindful of my coffee. “Couldn’t face it. She spent all of lunch talking about the state of her marriage. I already felt like a voyeur.”
“That’s never bothered either one of us before. In fact, it’s what we’re good at. So good, it’s saved us from sleeping on the street a time or two. And if you’re alluding to Martin’s interest in the app, that wasn’t even on the table until today.” She narrowed her eyes at me, quite aware that she was telling me something I knew anyway. “What’s really on your mind?”
I couldn’t hide from Cat. I knew it. Most days I was happy that she knew me so well we often didn’t need to talk. Today wasn’t one of those days.
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” I admitted.
Cat finished her coffee in silence. Then she set the mug down and came to stand beside me. “This?” she queried. “Developing apps? Running a business? Making moon eyes at an older woman until her husband pays you off? Which this is it, Dean?”
Cat wasn’t patient, but when she felt it was important she could outwait the tide. That afternoon she did, because it took me a long time to untangle the mess in my head and turn it into an answer.
“Mrs. Pendleton looks at me as if I’m her next snack. And I can’t stand to spend time with her, because…” One deep breath. Then another. “Because… somehow… I don’t know… I want her husband to look at me like that.”
I’d said it.