It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Christmas Extra, Laurel Holidays #5.
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This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
The ride to town was deadly quiet aside from an old live album of Neil Young’s.
Tony was subdued, his nose in a thick script, the whole way into Rockmount. He now wore reading glasses. Small round ones with dark frames that looked wickedly attractive on him. Our gazes touched once or twice on the ride, his darting back to his script while mine would fly to the road. Where they belonged.
“This is the town green,” I said, pulling up behind a yellow sawhorse that Teddy had placed in the middle of Main street to divert the traffic away from the shoot. “You’re shooting here for a week then it’s off to a local wedding barn and then out to the tree farm. Not sure what comes after that but this is where you need to be today.”
He closed his script, his glasses riding low on his lovely nose, and smiled at the madness outside in the cold.
“It looks like something from a painting,” he commented and yeah, he was right, it did look like a Thomas Kincaide oil. A huge blinking tree stood off to the side of our little World War 2 memorial fountain. Stalls had been erected to mimic a Christmas celebration with strolling carolers and a rolling hot peanut vender. “Guess I had better get to make-up and wardrobe. I’ll get a ride home tonight. Oh, and I’ll cook something. I’m pretty good at cooking now.”
I arched a brow. That was news to me, but then again he could have taken a master chef class and I wouldn’t have known. Hell, he could have a degree in quantum mechanics for all I knew. I had avoided all news of him like the plague. A little puff of warmth, like someone blowing on a fire about to go out, flared up in my chest at his use of the word home for my place. It was…well, it was making me think of domestic things that could have been but now were never going to be.
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