Another week has passed and you know what that means. Last week I wrote about Kyle and Junelle. Well, they’ve had their happy ending for now. I’m back to writing mode after taking a short break. Last night I started book 2 in the ‘A Lucky Town Novel’ series. Book 1 is Escaping Memories with Logan and Aubrey. (In case you were wondering. *wink*) I’m so excited about this that I decided to use part of what I wrote already for this weeks flash fiction.
Let me introduce Kat Caldwell and Danny O’Rourke to you. I have a feeling they’re going to have an interesting relationship. I can’t wait to dig deeper into it. For now, enjoy this small scene…
Prompt: Are you sure?
“What the hell do you want?”
“What would you say if I said you?” He arched a brow as a silky smile lit his face.
Danny smothered his laugh, making sure to keep his smile firmly in place. Laughing at this woman would do him no good. But damn, she looked gorgeous when she got all fired up. His words had definitely fired her up, and confused her a little.
Confused him too.
He had no idea where those words came from. They just sorta slipped out when she spoke. He hadn’t realized how much he missed her.
Missed her? How could he possibly have missed this woman? She aggravated him more than anything else. Yet, she managed to make him smile when he rarely did anymore. Even Deke told him he needed to lighten up and have some fun.
“I’m shocked. I seem to have rendered the all-mighty Kat speechless.”
“Ugh. Wipe that grin off your face. Quit jerking me around. We both know how much we really like each other. We’re barely civil, and only for Aubrey’s sake.”
Danny straightened up and finally wiped the smirk off his face. Aubrey. His sister. Damn, he missed her too. A lot. “Where is my sister?” He pushed past Kat, ignoring the irritating groan she elicited and looked around his sister’s apartment. It looked the same as the last time he visited.
Unlived-in. Empty. Hollow. Sort of like his heart.
“She called you. I know she did. You know damn well she’s not here.”
He turned around. “Why the hell are you here? Did the sheriff—”
Kat advanced on him, poking him hard in the chest. “Don’t you dare say one nasty word about my brother. Just don’t. You know Aubrey is still recovering. She has good days and she has bad days. Can you try calling Logan by his name instead of ‘the sheriff’?”
Danny shrugged and took a step back. Standing so close to her wasn’t a good idea. The reason behind that, well, he didn’t want to look too deep into it. She was right. They barely got along. He had only been teasing her when he said he wanted her. Only teasing.
“He is the sheriff.”
“You know it upsets Aubrey when you call him that. She loves him. He loves her. Why can’t you just be happy for them?”
“Aubrey’s not here, and unless you’re gonna go crying to her what I say…” He arched a brow as he let that sink in. Kat lifted a brow right back just like he knew she would. “She sounded better on the phone. She said she would come to pack up her apartment. To visit me.”
To his surprise, Kat stepped closer and laid a hand on his chest. This time he couldn’t find the energy to back away. Not when her touch calmed the raging pain inside.
“Danny, she is getting better. She wanted to come. She really did. Yet, I could see the fear in her eyes, hear it in her voice.”
“But why? She’s safe now. That bastard’s behind bars. This is her home.” God, he sounded pathetic and desperate to his own ears. He hated thinking about how his sister was hurt. He really should’ve killed the bastard when he had the chance.
“She didn’t say she was scared to come. She wouldn’t. Aubrey is one of the toughest women I know, which I’m sure she gets from you.” Kat smiled, drawing out another small smile from him. “She needs a little more time. It’s almost Christmas. Why don’t you celebrate it with us? Bring Deke.”
At the mention of his best friend and partner’s name, he backed away from her. The minute her hand fell away, the pain scorched his heart like a hot iron poker.
Why would he need to bring Deke? Sure, he was like a brother to Aubrey. More like he’d keep the peace between him and the Caldwell family. Kat knew that. She obviously wanted a buffer so he wouldn’t cause problems. It’s not like he wanted to cause problems. He wanted to fix them. He wanted to help Aubrey recover. “Maybe.”
She rolled her eyes and walked around him. “Why are you here again? I know Aubrey called you. I don’t need a babysitter to pack her stuff, and I certainly don’t need help. I can handle this.”
He followed her to the kitchen, attempting to keep his eyes off her ass. It was a pretty useless attempt. No matter how hard he tried, he could never keep his eyes off this woman. He never understood it either. They rarely got along. Fighting and arguing over what was best for his sister. That’s what they were good at.
He knew Kat’s brother loved his sister, but damn if he still wanted to hate the man for taking his sister away from him. She should’ve come home to Florida with him. He should be the one helping her to heal, to take care of her. He screwed up taking care of her, letting her get kidnapped. He had to redeem himself somehow.
But no. The damn Caldwell family was helping his sister to heal and he wanted to hate them all. Right now, he wanted to hate Kat the most. Because she stood right in front of him.
“She did call me. She asked me to check on her apartment, but somehow failed to mention you’d be in it.”
Kat whipped around. Her long blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail, swung in a graceful arc, reminding him of an Amazon goddess.
An Amazon goddess? Really. What the hell did one of those look like anyway? Beautiful. Strong. Tough.
Why did he have to think of Kat as anything more than a nuisance?
Not the way he wanted his mind to trail. He hated this family. He needed to.
Kat slammed her hands to her hips. “She wouldn’t. You’re jerking me around again. She had to tell you I was coming to pack up her things.”
He smiled. Wow, for the third time. That had to be a record in the past few months. “Are you sure? Perhaps you don’t know my sister as well as you thought. She’s a troublemaker.”
“Aubrey’s a sweetheart.”
His smile grew. “When she wants to be. Need I remind you that I raised my sister during her formidable teenage years. Complete troublemaker. Somehow, I picture you the same way.”
Kat closed the distance between them and poked his chest. “You know nothing about me. I’d like you to leave now. You know why I’m here, so let me do my thing.”
His eyes grazed down to where her finger still pressed against his chest. He really didn’t like when she touched him. It made him want to touch her all over. That was the last thing he should do. That was the last thing he should even think about.
“Have I ever told you that you’re beautiful when you get angry?”
Her eyes grew wide, then simmered with heat. Yeah, she remembered alright. He had said that to her before. It shocked the hell out of him the first time he said it, just as it shocked him now. He couldn’t seem to keep his words in check. She did things to him he didn’t understand.
Slamming his lips over hers, he pulled her closer. She tasted more heavenly than he could have ever imagined. Her taste was intoxicating. Like a sweet drug he couldn’t get enough of.
That was the last thing he needed. He didn’t even like her.
He pulled away. Confusion covered her features, with a hint of pleasure mingled in.
“Why did you do that?” she asked breathlessly.
“To shut you up. You talk too much sometimes.”
She shoved him away, a sweet angry look adorning her face. He loved it way too much when she got angry. “Get out, Danny. Stay away from me. I don’t need another man to cause problems in my life.”
Shit. Who was causing her problems? What kind of problems?
Not his concern. He refused to make it his concern. Being a jerk had the desired effect. She shoved him away and told him to leave.
Because that’s what he needed to do. Leave. If he didn’t, he might do more than just kiss her. He could never do more with her. Not even kiss her again.
She was nothing but trouble.
He’d let her pack up Aubrey’s things without interfering. No good would come from hanging around.
“Tell the sheriff I blame him for my sister not coming.” With those parting words, he walked out.