Rainbow Snippets Meets Crossfire

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Good afternoon, snippeteers! I met the wrong germs out networking, so I’m sitting around sniffling and with streaming eyes, hoping it won’t be getting worse. Writing is progressing at crawl speed, but that’s usual for me after a release day. I’m playing with a sequel to Undercover Star, entitled Starstruck, which is about halfway done.

For the moment, though, the muse is in the mood for something else, namely a short story featuring twins Cat and Dean, who are running a tiny tech startup, along with a rather interesting sideline, which – in due course – will land them in very hot water.  My snippet today is double lenght, for context, and we’re with Dean, who is having tea with an utterly ravishing, older woman, Olivia Pendleton.

 

From Crossfire

I offered time, sympathy, and admiration – all the things her husband no longer provided, usually until said husband got the message and paid me a hefty amount of money to make myself scarce. Meanwhile Cat, my twin sister, performed a very similar service for Martin Pendleton. She had joined him halfway across town, was listening and sympathising, and being rather obvious about it until Olivia remembered that marriage was meant to be a team effort.

Together, the two of us were cheaper than therapy or marriage counselling, or whatever else it was couples did these days to rescue their relationships. It usually worked like a charm, too.

“Dean? Are you listening to me?”

Truth be told, I wasn’t. I’d heard it all too many times to care. But I had manners, and business sense, so I smiled, and apologised, and wrenched my mind away from a contemplation of lashes like dusky fans against chiselled cheekbones, from dreams of inky blue eyes and a most sensual pout.

Not that I succeeded for long.

Martin Pendleton was the most beautiful man I’d ever met.

He was also the first man I’d ever been attracted to.