WIPpet numbers for 13th September, 2017:
13 (+1 shh) paragraphs
from Tabula Rasa
from Tabula Rasa
Another snippet from Tabula Rasa (Gray Fisher #2).
This novel follows on from The WAG and The Scoundrel, featuring two former undercover police officers, Gray Fisher and Rob Simpson-Stone. Their investigations relate to white-collar crimes (fraud, embezzlement, etc.), and there are also romantic relationship story arcs (however, not between Gray—who is gay, and Rob—who is straight).
This snippet is from a bit later in the story, because of spoilers and…I’m having issues, all of them minor (but enough for me to contemplate not posting today) and requiring little more than for me to stop faffing with the internet and write the bloody story! I get a serious case of CBA every time I hit a scene that requires any work beyond tapping the keyboard in the correct order, so…yeah. I’m on it. When I’m not on Facebook or Goodreads or Twitter or Amazon or…
The snippet is from Gray’s point of view: he’s walking from the train station, via the woods, to Will’s place.
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“Ouch! What…” A sharp bang on the calves made Gray’s knees buckle and he tumbled forward, grabbing a tree trunk to steady himself. When he turned back to see what had hit him, he laughed in disbelief.
“Hello, mate!” Almost as if his thoughts had conjured him into being, there was Kenny. Hobbling a little, Gray greeted the big dog on wheels and glanced through the trees, spotting the rest of the pack heading their way, with Will, in his postman’s uniform and wellies, trailing behind, his focus on his phone.
Gray sent him a text message—nice togs!—stifling his laughter at Will’s confused frown, but as always, he caught on quickly, and looked up and smiled. Gray smiled back, blushing at the fluttery feeling Will’s presence evoked.
“You’re early,” Will said when they met at the midpoint.
“So are you,” Gray observed and fell into step at Will’s side.
“There was hardly anything to go out. What’s your excuse?”
“Do I need one?”
Will shrugged with overplayed nonchalance. “You created an expectation. I’m merely offering you the opportunity to fulfil it.”
“Oh, you know how it is,” Gray played along. “No margin for error with the later train…”
“Leaves on the track?”
Gray’s laughter almost concealed the catch in his breath when Will’s hand found his, interlocking their fingers. “Leaves, twigs…entire trees in places…”
“Same every March.”
“Terrible service,” Gray agreed. He glanced sideways at Will’s delighted grin. “What?”
“It’s still a nice surprise. I like this.”
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