Sharing Friday seems to be contagious. I'm joining Susan, Helene, and Jen. This is how it works...post 200 words from your latest wip but remember, it's just for fun and no crits.
Here's a small snip from McNight.
The silver fox slid to the end of his seat, arms perched on the desk edge. Cole was certain there was a hissing sound as he prepared to speak. The man’s tongue slipped between his lips, wetting them. Without realizing it, Cole glanced down to see if it was forked.
“Did she say how she found you?” he asked.
“It wasn’t mentioned.”
“I don’t suppose you know where she was going?”
Cole pushed himself up from the chair. He had cursed the strong-willed woman with every step and briar patch he had encountered, especially when blisters had rubbed his feet raw and forced him to walk barefoot. Her destination was not of any interest unless he could be assured of ample time alone with her. Thoughts of a sound thrashing for his unwarranted misery had fueled most of his trip.
“No,” Cole snapped and limped toward the desk. Sitting down had been a serious mistake. His entire body protested his insistence on renewed movement. At least, he had had the forethought to grab his boots before standing. “I don’t know where she is. Just give me my assignment and a horse that doesn’t belong to someone else?”
Foxy laughed and handed him a folded paper. “Isabella Foster is your next assignment. You need to find her and bring her in.”