Conversations With Characters #20

Him: You want between thanksgiving and Christmas off?

Me: Like a normal, non-writer human, you imaginary person.

Him: <<Gasp!>> That’s FOUR WEEKS?!

Me: All I’m asking is that you keep your whispers to a minimum.

Him: <<sniffing dramatically>> You cannot expect me to stay silent when brilliance arises which is—

Me: Don’t say every day because…  << gestures wildly at laptop screen>> …what in the ever loving was THIS yesterday?

Him: So it needs a little editing.

Me: It needs a blow torch. You can start gushing on January 2.

Him: December 26.

Me: January 1.

Him: Menage.

Me: Don’t be so one note, Mr. Always Begging for a Menage.

Him:  One woman, brilliant astrophysicist, hides the hot bod due to workplace harassment who also is a secret heiress to Russian mob family that’s she’s running from.

Me: Veterinarian who does pro bono work for all rescues and meets a guy who runs a dog rescue farm that is being threatened to be closed down by her old high school boyfriend who is still in love her but is now into real estate and the farm is a prime location.

Him: I refuse to be this a$$hole boyfriend in this story.

Me: You can be the dog rescue hero if you stay silent until January 1.

Him: December 26.

Me: Deal. Just what I wanted.

Him: You know since I’m imaginary, this deal is imaginary right?

Me: Don’t you dare start talking now.

Him: About this farm. Add horses and cats. And, oooo, my aging mother lives with me and she’s an ex-cop. And oh, oh! The sleazy uncle is on the real estate deal because he‘s still miffed my mom chose his brother as my father and the wife of the real estate a-hole tries to seduce me because naturally I’m irresistible and–

Me: Should have never opened my mouth.

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Her phone buzzed for the fourth time. She was ignoring someone. “Someone wants you,” he said into her mouth.

“It’s just Ayana.”

At the sound of her sister’s name, he pulled back. “She checks up on you a lot.”

“Constantly.” She fidgeted a little. “My sister thinks you just want in my pants.”

He did, though had shown restraint worthy of the Pope. He knew once he went there, it would mean something. He wasn’t ready for meaning. “Ah, But then you just want me for my kitchen.”

“Truth.”

He peered up at her place through the windshield. “Is that why I’ve never gotten past the front door? Because Ayana was home before?” His discipline really slipped around this woman.

“Yes. Is that bad?”

He grinned over at her. “Wise. Though, here I thought I was one of her favorite people.”

She grabbed his hand. “Oh, you are. It’s just she’s really protective of me. And…”

“I get it.” He didn’t really, not ever having that himself. But it worried him that she’d clearly been worried being with him would piss off her family. Which surprised the hell out of him. He rather like pissing off family members. Just his own. Not hers. “Well, tomorrow then? I know a great little bistro.”

“Knox. If I did ask you up, would you?” Her voice was so tentative, he felt like a heel. She thought he didn’t want her? After the mouth gymnastics they’d engaged in?

Still, for once, he felt like he had a bead on a woman—this one.

Rayen had confidence in her cooking but little else. She even talked about Washington not really being her place a few times, which did strange things to his heart rhythm. Then, how Ayana was constantly questioning her about her business, her decisions. It irritated.

But what did he know about family? “I wouldn’t want to upset your sister.” Or himself. He’d drawn a good boundary between them. Kissing. Hand holding. No more.

“She’s out of town. So…” She smiled seductively. “Want to come up?”

Having Rayen look at him like she wanted him was mesmerizing. Worse, it threatened to rearrange his decision about keeping her at arms’ length.

“It’s okay. I understand.” She said quickly and cracked open her door. She was hurt. She might as well as punched him. He was used to disappointing women. God knew, why most of the time. But with Rayen, her fragility was so evident, it made him stop her.

He grasped her arm. “I don’t think you do.”

She closed her door again. “You think you’re going to hurt me. You’re not. I’m a grown woman. No one seems to get that around here.” She let her head fall back on the headrest.

He reached over, put his mouth on hers. More he just needed that connection to her. Let her see and feel how much of a woman he believed her to be.

When he broke the kiss, she blinked at him. So many questions filled her eyes, and he wanted all the answers to be “yes” for her.

Truth was, by now, an interest this strong in a woman would have had her nude, under him, long ago. Why was he holding himself back?

“Knox.” Her voice had a plea in it—something he felt straight down to his groin.

His resolve crumbled to dust. “Let’s go up.”

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Conversations With Characters #19

Him 1: You see, I’m in the hospital and she comes to see me–
Him 2: Pfft. My motorcycle ran out of gas, right in front of her house where her boyfriend is knocking he around so–
Him 3: In my story–
Him 4: We know, we know. You’re a modern-day pirate. Shut up already about that. I’m an international jewel thief she’s charged with–
Him 5: Bo-ring. And cliched, if you ask me.
Him 6: No one asked you. I’m the surgeon who saves her on the brink of death.
Me: One at a time!
Him 2: Like that has ever worked.
Me: I would like it to, okay?
Him 6: No.
Him 4: I agree.
Him 1: I might die soon–
Him 2: And her boyfriend’s not gonna stop so I have to intervene now.
Him 6: I’ll take care of her.
Him 5: Are you seriously going to trust him with her, motorcycle man? I mean, surgeon.
Me: <<turns to my silent dog>> Finley, let’s go for a walk.
Him 1: That would be good for my PT. I’ll go with.
Him 2: Then I can tell you what I do to her boyfriend.
Him 3: The woods are good for chatting.
Him 4: And a good place for a jewel thief to hide. No one ever thinks of that.
Him 5: I go first on this walk since you all rudely interrupted me.
Him 6: Just know if any one of you falls, I’m not saving your butts.
Me: All of you stay here so I can think.
All the Hims: We’ll help you think.

And THIS is why it takes me so long to focus on one story.
It’s not my fault.
Really.