Thursday, January 23, 2020
Morgan takes Tanya out for a steak dinner. He introduces her to some of his nephew, Duke. Predictably, Duke hits on her.
"Yeah," Morgan interjected, clearly staking his territory. "She reads the films, and I patch up the boo-boos. Speaking of which, how's the arm?"
Duke rolled up his sleeve, revealing a bronzed and muscular forearm. A line of small, neat stitches ran from wrist to elbow on the top of his arm.
"Better, but still stings like a mother-fu.... Sorry," he glanced at Tanya.
"I've got brothers, chances are good I've heard the f-word before, Duke. What did you do to it?" She admired Morgan's masterful work. It wouldn't leave much of a scar.
"Had a disagreement with a barbed wire fence," he said, grinning.
"He was trespassing on private property, and got hung up in the dark."
"No, I was running away from a disgruntled male parental unit in the dark, after I climbed down from his daughter's bedroom at three o'clock in the morning. I couldn't see where I was going and got tangled in the fence."
"Could we get some food, Duke? We're starving," Morgan quickly changed the subject.
"Sure!" He grabbed a pencil and pad of paper out of his apron and flipped the pages back with an expert flick of his wrist. "What would you like, my lady?"
Tanya didn't even look at the menu. "Twelve ounce sirloin, medium-well and a baked potato with all the fixings. Oh, and I'm told you have the best rum runners in the state. Is that true?"
Duke grinned, his white teeth flashing in his tanned face. He tossed his long, curly, blond ponytail over his broad shoulder. "So the bartender tells me, and I don't intend to argue with her. She's my mom." I laughed heartily.
"I don't argue with her either," Morgan confided. "She's my older sister, and she owns the place. If I ever want to eat here again, I keep my opinions to myself. But they are good. Keep the rum coming, nephew. The lady and I intend to relax."
"Not if you're driving home, Morph. Mom won't serve you if you if you're driving a lady home."
"I'll stop at one, Duke. Tell her to make mine light, okay?" He winked as his nephew walked over to the bar, giving the woman behind it their drink order. "She'll come over personally to meet you, so be prepared."
"Is she likely to give me the third degree? Maybe we should get our stories straight." Tanya grinned at Morgan slyly as he winked at her.
"The Spanish Inquisition has nothing on my sister. She takes my social life like her own personal crusade, but she's determined I won't hook up with another gold digger, who is just after my money."
"I'm not after your money, Morgan. I'm just here for the food."
He squinted at her trying to decide if she was serious or not. When he saw she was teasing, he chuckled. "Molly's okay, she just takes her job as a big sister seriously, since our mom died."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
He shrugged. "It was over twenty years ago. She was killed in an accident with a drunk driver hit her. She was pregnant with my baby brother. The doctors saved the baby, but Mom didn't make it. That's why I became a surgeon."
Tanya cleared her throat nervously. She sensed they were treading on sensitive ground here. "I became a radiologist after my grandmother died. She had a cancer the doctors didn't diagnose early enough. So I changed from family practice, and here I am."
Morgan seemed to relax a little after that. He sat with his chair tipped back on two legs, his fingers tapping on his knee to the rhythm of the drums. Tanya sat and watched him enjoy the intricate music, his lips twitching with the guitar riffs and his toes following the bass. She tried not to stare, but he was so incredibly handsome, it was hard for her to keep her eyes on anything else. She found herself enjoying his company far more than she had when they first met.
A tall, red haired, well built woman in tight jeans and a cropped, black tank top, with the restaurant logo on it, walked over to their table with two rum runners on a tray. She set the drinks in front of them with a click, handing them napkins from her apron.
"Hi," she said, her voice slightly gruff and somewhat deep for a woman's. "I'm Molly."
She didn't look or sound friendly and she didn't hold out her hand when she introduced herself. Tanya decided to try and break the ice she felt forming between them, before the woman got really frosty. She held out her hand and smiled warmly.
"Hi, I'm Tanya O'Toole, a colleague of Morgan's. We just met today, I'm new in town."
A little of Molly's chill lifted and she wiped her hand on the apron before taking Tanya's in a firm grip. She actually smiled slightly as she glanced at her brother. He hadn't said anything, in fact he seemed to be in a world of his own, listening to the music.
"The band is great," Tanya said truthfully. "Are they local?"
"Yeah," Molly said, pulling up a chair and sitting on it backwards, facing their table. "Mostly family, so I let the kids play here. Our youngest brother, Cullen, is the front man. My older two boys, Ken and Danny, are the bass player and guitarist. The drummer is a replacement, but he's not bad. He isn't family, but a good friend of Cull's. The one on keyboards is a college friend of my son, Danny. The other two they just happened to come across in other bands or from open mic night here."
"What happened to the other drummer?"
Molly chuckled, glancing at her brother. "He decided to become a doctor," she laughed. "You should go play a song or two with them, Morph. That kid's not bad, but he lacks your surgical precision."
© 2020 Dellani Oakes
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Morgan invites Tanya to dinner. He makes a bet that she can't be ready on time, and synchronizes his watch with her clock.
"The time is officially six forty-seven P.M. You have thirty minutes from now." He pressed a button on his watch and walked out the door, closing it sharply behind him.
"How extraordinary," Tanya murmured as she locked the door and walked to the bathroom, shedding her clothing as she went.
The hot water felt good on her aching neck and shoulders, but she felt revived by the prospect of food. She dried her short, brown hair and smeared on a little makeup on. Her clothing choices were somewhat limited, since a lot of her things were still in boxes. Another thing her grandmother left her, was the house. Tanya moved in and immediately started working at the hospital.
She grabbed a pair of dress jeans and a soft, dark pink, turtle neck sweater. Her boots would hurt her work swollen feet, but she had some suede clogs that would do nicely. With a couple minutes to spare, she was picking up her discarded clothing when she heard a car pull up in the driveway. Right on time, Morgan stepped out of his car. He'd showered too, and his dark hair was still slightly damp. He was wearing a pair of jeans and dark hooded sweatshirt with a picture from a Led Zeppelin album on it. Glancing at his watch, he jogged up to the door. Tanya had to admit, she liked watching him move. He had a grace to him that not many men could emulate. Like a big jungle cat. She got so interested, she hardly remembered to open the door before he knocked.
Laughing, he stood on the porch with his hand raised to tap on the door. "Okay, you win. You might want to put that stuff in the laundry hamper before we leave," he said, gesturing at the clothing in her arms.
Blushing furiously, Tanya carried the items to the bathroom and threw them in the hamper. She was mortified, her sensible bra and granny panties were on top of the stack. Rolling her eyes in self-disgust, she grabbed her keys and purse, following Morgan to the door. She locked the doorknob, made sure her keys were in her hand and turned the outside lights on. She checked for her keys a second time, then closed the door.
"You probably think I'm being a little bit OCD," she sighed.
Morgan glanced at her, "Obsessive Compulsive. You?"
"I've locked myself out so many times, I make sure I have everything I need, and double check my keys before I shut the door. It's gotten to be so habitual, I can't seem to help it."
"Have you locked yourself out lately?"
"No, not for ages."
"Then go with what works."
He led the way to the car, walking around and opening the passenger door for her. He waited until she was settled, closed the door and went back to the driver's side. Starting up the car, he glanced at her.
"You mentioned steak, does that still appeal? We have to city to choose from, what do you fancy?"
Her eyes brightened. "Steak works," she smiled. "I haven't had a good steak in ages."
"You working tomorrow?"
She shook her head, "No, I have the day off for once, why?"
"Well I know of this cozy place that has the best steaks and rum runners in the state. I don't want to tempt you, if you have to get up early. Working with a hangover's a bitch."
"I wouldn't know. Have you done it often?"
Morgan laughed. "A few times more than's good for me." He put the car in reverse, backing swiftly out of the driveway.
About twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of a quaint, roadside restaurant. The parking lot wasn't well lit, but it was full of cars and the restaurant looked ready to burst at the seams. Morgan parked at the far end of the lot and opened her door for her. Putting his arm around her in a friendly way, they walked in comfortable familiarity up the steps and onto the wooden porch of the building. It looked more like a shack at a fishing camp, than it did a steakhouse, but who was she to argue? Morgan opened the door and loud music greeted them. She wasn't prepared for the style of music, but liked it. It was sort of an Industrial/ Indy/ Rock blend that was really unusual. A questioning glance told her that he'd been saving it as a surprise. The music pounding her ears was almost uncomfortable, but he led her past the stage where the band was playing, smiling and waving to the musicians. They walked until they came to a weathered wooden deck, built out over the water. Morgan held her chair while she sat, then motioned a waiter as he sat across from her.
"You like the tunes?" He gestured toward the band, which was muffled enough for conversation.
"They're great! I wasn't exactly prepared for industrial-indy-rock. Or whatever it's called."
He chuckled. "That will do. I don't think the band really knows what to call it. It's their own blend. When they get famous, someone will give their genre a name, and then a dozen other bands will follow them."
"When? Have they signed with anyone?"
He shrugged, smiling as the waiter approached with a couple of menus and two glasses of water on a tray.
"Sup, Morph. Who's the lady? Isn't she a little classy for you?" He bowed to Tanya.
"Hi, I'm Tanya," she grinned. "Morph?" She raised an eyebrow at her dinner companion.
"Nickname," Duke replied. "You two work together?"
© 2020 Dellani Oakes
Monday, January 20, 2020
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Despite Isla’s desire to fade into the background, she emerges as an obvious leader of her people when the senseless assassination of a youth forces her to face the truth. Her volatile world, disguised by its elaborate battles and constant mayhem, is a prison without bars and a coffin, the lid already half-closed, that they must escape.
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Thursday, January 16, 2020
Morgan offers to take Tanya home. Davida leads him to the house in Tanya's car. Tanya admires Morgan's beautiful classic car.
He laughed a little sheepishly. "So now I can start looking for a real woman. The car's great, but she can't keep the bed warm." A blush rose above the collar of his jacket. "Sorry, I guess that wasn't too tactful."
"It's okay," she grinned. "I have two brothers. I've heard what constitutes male humor before. This conversation is several cuts above that."
Morgan laughed, tossing his head back casually as he stopped for a red light. "I think there's a compliment couched in there somewhere."
"I doubt it," she smirked, snuggling into the comfortable seat.
They drove in silence for a few minutes.
"You hungry?" Morgan's voice sounded unusually loud in the confines of the car. He seemed to realize it, and snapped his lips shut quickly. Lowering the volume, he started over. "What I mean is, when's the last time you ate? You certainly don't look like the type of woman who passes out on a whim."
"I can't remember when I ate," Tanya said quietly. "It got busy right after I got on shift, and I didn't really have much breakfast."
"Were you there for the multiple car crash, too?"
She nodded wearily. "They came in as I was clocking in."
"I was on the surgical team that worked on the three year old with head trauma. Brutal."
"Is he all right? I evaluated his films. It looked ugly."
"Yeah. He's stable but still critical. If he has a good night, he should be all right. I'm a bit worried." He stopped talking abruptly. "How about no shop talk? I think we both need to put it behind us for a while."
"Agreed," she said faintly. "I don't even want to think about bones unless they are attached to a medium well steak."
Morgan chuckled and pulled up in front of her house. Davida pulled into the driveway and walked back over to Morgan's car. He got out and met her on the sidewalk. They spoke for a couple of minutes, then Davida handed Tanya's keys to Morgan. He walked back to his car as another pulled up beside them. It was Davida's brother and her roommate. Davida got in the car and waved as they drove away.
"I invited her to go to dinner with us, but she's got plans. Some sort of family thing tonight. She wasn't specific."
Tanya chuckled and grinned broadly. "No she doesn't, she just didn't want to intrude. That's D.'s way of being subtle."
"Intrude?" He looked genuinely puzzled.
"She thinks I need a real man, not the heroes in romance novels," Tanya said, immediately wishing she hadn't.
Morgan turned his face away, pressing his lips together. Suddenly, an explosive snicker worked its way out. He put his hand firmly over his mouth, forcing himself to stop laughing.
"I'm sorry, it's not what you think. I'm not actually laughing because that's a ridiculous idea, I was remembering what I said about the car."
Tanya giggled, something she hadn't done since she was twelve. "Strangely similar, yes."
They laughed quietly a few moments, then Morgan forced his face into straight lines. "I believe we were discussing dinner."
"Were we? Oh, you asked when I'd last eaten. I've got some leftovers in the house, I'll just warm something up in the microwave. I don't want to be any trouble."
"It's no trouble. I don't have any leftovers to warm up, and I'm starving. I don't feel like cooking, and I hate to eat out alone. So this isn't a date, this is two hungry people having a meal."
Tanya's face softened as she smiled. "Put that way, how can a girl refuse? You make it sound so...irresistible. Will you at least let me pay for my own meal?"
"No, I invited you. My treat."
"Can I get a shower? I've been in this outfit for more than one dance. I'd like to put on something else."
"Sure, if I can grab one with you." At her shocked gasp, he chuckled. "I'm kidding! Yes, shower. I'll run home and change. I'll be back in what, thirty minutes? Oh, wait. Can a woman get ready in thirty minutes?"
"Watch me," she grinned, rising to the challenge.
"I'd love to watch you, but then I would get arrested, and you wouldn't get dinner."
Tanya smacked him playfully on the arm. "Naughty! The thirty minutes don't count until I get in the door," she countered, grabbing her keys.
"All right, I'll see you up to the house and start my timer."
"You don't have to escort me, I'm fine!"
"I have to insure a proper start. How do I know you won't lie about what time you entered your domicile. You could lie, and give yourself a few minutes. Besides, I must synchronize my time with that of your domicile, to be official."
They walked up to the door and he waited while she opened it. Leaning against the door jamb, he glanced at the grandfather clock across from the front door.
© 2020 Dellani Oakes
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Melinda Chambers has worked hard to carve out a safe, quiet, content little life for herself. She has effectively built solid walls around her that keep her safe from harm and heartache.
She never could have imagined how her world was about to change in the blink of an eye…
Danger is coming after her with a vengeance as the secrets of who she truly is are revealed. Can she accept her destiny and survive what it brings with it?
Who would have ever thought that agreeing to one cocktail would implode everything that she ever believed about herself and the world around her?
Melinda thought her previous birthdays and Halloweens (which just happen to be on the same day) were bad enough? Well…she hasn’t seen anything yet!
Wolf shifter, Colin Bane is fulfilling a promise that he made years ago. He just never expected that that promise would knock him right off of his feet and soundly onto his ass!
Protecting Melinda should have been the easy part. Teaching her about who she really is might be a little bit harder; but what else he discovers knocks the Were for a complete loop!
When these two meet, saying the sparks fly is a severe understatement! It’s more like a nuclear explosion!
Can Colin protect her from the evil that will do anything to possess her? Can he keep his head and his heart in the game to make sure that she is kept safe?
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