TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "LAZY"

 

Howdy! This week's excerpt is again from "The Kicker's Story". Soooo, who is Tyler interested in, Courtney or her sister? You decide. Thanks for stopping by. Don't forget to visit the other great authors. Find them HERE. 

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"You look great, Courtney."

"Thanks. So do you. Let's cut through the polite garbage. Didn't we always hate the phoniness?"

He nodded. She still had him pegged.

She eased her attractive butt into a chair and face him. "Okay. So. Why did you give my sister that necklace?"

"Who says I gave her anything?" He had to thank Coach for teaching all about denial. Never admit you committed an infraction in any sport. Uncle Charlies taught him to respond to a question you didn't want to answer with a question. He silently thanked his mentors for their guidance.

"Come on, Tyler. Charlie gave you away."

"Did he say it was from me?"

"Didn't have to. He blushed red as a rose when he looked at the wrapping."

"That wouldn't stand up in court."

"What are you now, an attorney?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"When a total stranger gives my sister a diamond necklace, I want to know why."

"I'm not exactly a total stranger, am I?"

Courtney shook her head slowly. "There you go again. Avoiding the question."

Anger sparked in Tyler's chest. Typical Courtney. Evading her was like evading an octopus with a hundred tentacles. She had always been too smart to fall for his tricks. In high school, he'd loved that about her. But not now.

"I am admitting nothing. And if I was the one, frankly, Courtney, it's none of your business. Now it's time to go. So please excuse me." Tyler zipped up his coat and picked up the shopping bag.

"This isn't over. I'll be by to see you. Or, hey, why don't you stop over? Mom's been after me to invite you to dinner."

Tyler stopped. Courtney knew where to hit him. Her mother was a great cook and he'd never turned down an invitation to dine there.

"Maybe she'll make corned beef and cabbage?"

His mouth was such a traitor! It salivated. "Okay. You know I could never turn down an offer for dinner. Your mom still such a good cook?"

Courtney winked. "Knew I'd get you. Yeah, she is. Give me your number." Courtney whipped out her phone and added Ty's. "I'll call you." She shot him a warm smile. "It really is great to see you." She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You've aged well."

 He watched her return to her family. Damn, she still had that sexy little wiggle she perfected by senior year of high school. His lips stretched into a lazy smile. 

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TUESDAY TALES - "CAREFUL" WORD PROMPT

 

    

    Welcome! This week we have another episode of the kicker's story. The word prompt is "careful". Any form of the word is acceptable. Don't forget to visit all the author's blogs and read their stories. You can find them HERE. Thanks for stopping by. 

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Tyler noticed the Forges across the room. He checked his watch. They'd been there an hour, maybe he could escape before Coach and his brother wandered over. 

He simply couldn't face them. Not now, not on Christmas Day. He gathered up the dirty paper plates, used napkins and other trash. Before he could escape to the garbage can, Andrew Forge appeared behind him.

"Before you leave, Tyler. We need to talk."

"But it's Christmas Day?"

Andrew stroked his smooth chin, looked down at the ground, then raised his eyes. "True. I don't want to spoil the holiday for your mother and uncle."

Ty let out a breath.

"How about tomorrow? Meet me at Java the Hut at nine. Is that late enough? I don't want you to miss any beauty sleep."

"Nine. I'll be there. Thanks."

Andrew Forge slapped him on the shoulder and ambled back to his brother's table. 

Tyler turned away and packed up his stuff. Maybe men didn't shrivel up when they got older. Look at Andrew Forge and Uncle Charlie? Both tomcatting some woman – and at their age! Tyler shrugged.  Maybe his life wasn't totally over yet, despite Brittany.

"Ready, Ma?"

"I just want to thank Flint and Marty. I'll be right back."

Tyler eased his coat over his shoulders. Thank God it was time to leave. No one had bothered him about getting fired-yet. And he'd carefully avoided talking to anyone in the Adams family, until a familiar voice came up behind him.

"Hi, Ty. Avoiding me?"

Hair on the back of his neck stood up. He pasted a sick smile on his face and turned.

"Oh, hi, Courtney."