Ack! It’s been too long since my last post, life has been getting in the way. Today I have a teaser from my newest WIP. Hope you all enjoy!
I headed into the kitchen where I knew my mother would be. She raised her eyebrow at me when I entered, silently asking me what had happened to me, but I had questions of my own like why had I dropped out of the sky three miles outside of Moon Lake. Both our questions would have to wait, because leaning against the counter was a tall blondish-grey haired woman, well dressed, every hair perfectly in place and made up to perfection. Despite her aristocratic appearance she was chattering at my mom like an aggressive squirrel begging for scraps, which incidentally my mom kept handing to her as she went about the business of preparing breakfast. The lady would take whatever piece of bacon or crust of bread my mom had handed her and continue her monologue without interruption. I caught up with her somewhere around, “so we had a huge fight, and I just decided we needed a little time off from each other, so Nate and I moved out here.”
Mom was frowning like she could tell there was something wrong with that statement but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Before she could puzzle it out Corbin walked in and I glanced up at him with a surprised smile, I was almost embarrassed by how happy I was to see him. I stopped smiling though because following closely behind him was some sort of vision. I actually reached my hands up to rub my eyes, and stopped halfway there saved by some voice in the back of my head that warned that that action would make me look like a total idiot, my hands extended in midair. Mom placed a muffin in one. Blueberry my favorite, I took a bite and chewed hoping the whole scene would make sense by the time I swallowed. A boy about the same height as Corbin with black hair, dark eyes and angular features stepped around Corbin to face me. A dark sense of déjà vu filled me, maybe I had dreamed about him, I shook myself wondering why I had a feeling it must have been a nightmare. How could he invoke a sense of dread in me? He was perfect.
“Ah, my son Nate,” said Squirrel lady by way of introduction.
“You’re Nate?” I choked dropping my muffin.
“Yes, and you are?” Nate answered in a cool voice.
I nodded stupidly at him. “Josephine,” Corbin answered stepping in to save me.
“Corbin!” I screeched, feeling oddly guilty and even more embarrassed.
“Yes, I know we met upstairs,” the perfect Nate replied.
“He was lost, opening all the doors in the East wing searching for the dining room,” said Corbin.
“Oh,” I said.
Nate had turned from me to smile at Corbin, and God help me I couldn’t help but inch around to keep his gorgeous face in my line of sight. His smile like everything else was perfect, two rows of even, shiny, white teeth, but it was arrogant and self assured, and cold. I glanced to Corbin’s face, his brow now furrowed in worry and I was annoyed. It brought me back to myself. “The dining room isn’t upstairs and the East Wing is off limits to guests.”
“Oh. I apologize,” Nate said looking a little surprised, “I saw, Corbin was it, in that section….”
“Corbin belongs here, you do not.” I said.
Cali boy’s smile dimmed a little, “I understand,” he said.
All eyes were on me, I guess I hadn’t exactly been welcoming. I had been rude. Rudeness was almost an unforgivable sin to my mother.
The nerves in my body began to twitch and I was resisting the urge to break into hysterics, when The squirrel lady aka Nate’s mother said, “Nate will you join us for breakfast?”
“No thank you. Excuse me.” He headed toward the back door.
Nate’s mother dismissed him with a wave, “Nate has anger management issues.”
I wanted to yell “Welcome to the Club!” But actually he looked pretty pissed, and like he was managing it really well. My guess- she had the issues, get angry with your husband, uproot your son and move him across the country. Yeah, nicely managed. Maybe she and I could form a club of our own.
Love it! Left me wondering about too many things though! When will this be finished and available for purchase?
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