Drake took a cab from the airport and had the driver leave him at the corner of the street so he could walk the rest of the way to his destination.
Author: Karen Michelle Nutt
Author of time travel and otherworldly romances.
Leaving on a Jet… Plane Twirl and Dip #SnipSun #snippetsunday
Maverick arranged the private airfare with Weston Caufield, a pilot he’d known from when he played with the Roadside Reapers. Maverick would ring the guy when he didn’t want to hassle the airlines. Weston’s dark hair peeked out beneath a ballcap. He stood a few inches taller than Drake stood and look fit and trim in his jeans and flannel shirt. “I’ll take your things, Weston said as he took the items toward the Cessna on the runway. He was the only one on the flight, and the super mid-size jet was spacious enough to stand with walking room, and …
Eat, Drink, Rest Twirl and Dip #SnipSun #snippetsunday
The way she said those words, he had a feeling there was more to that statement, but before he could say more, she patted his hand and stood. “Eat, drink, and rest. We’ll take care of everything else.” She turned headed to the back room where local bands starred on a small stage, acoustic style.
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Rowan reached for the carafe on the counter and topped off his coffee cup with the warm brew. “The woman back home… Do you love her?” Rowan asked as she met his gaze.
Kidnapped? Twirl and Dip
“Listen,” Rowan said, “your manager was just worried about you. You disappeared and you aren’t answering your phone. You could have been kidnapped for all he knew.”
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“Oh?” Drake countered with curiosity as he poured syrup over the pancakes.
The Morning After. Twirl and Dip
He sipped his coffee then realized the couple were staring at him as if they were itching to tell him something.
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He’d turned off his phone last night but when he turned it on this morning texts and missed calls from his manager and bandmates kept coming in as his cell played catchup. He finally texted Malcom and told him he was okay and to tell the others he’d call them in a few days. Out of all his bandmates, Malcom asked the least questions.
Slept like a baby. Twirl and Dip
Drake entered the apartment and turned on a light. The living room and kitchen were adjacent to each other and the hall took him past the bathroom and then the bedroom. Not big nor luxurious but clean. He slept like a baby.
A story to tell. Twirl and Dip
“I didn’t realize anything was missing in my life until she walked into my coffeehouse,” Maverick said and glanced at him. Drake chuckled. “Why do I have a feeling there’s a story there?” “There is.” His lips curved and he seemed for a moment lost in thought. “I hope you aren’t going to keep me in suspense.” They chatted for hours, catching up and reminiscing about old times. The story about how Rowan and Maverick became involved proved a tale worthy of a movie of the week with a mystery and ghosts to boot. Sometimes real life proved more interesting …