A few words from the deck...

I'm back in our little shack in Lake Huntington, aka Pine Grove to my readers. 

I've been traveling and hardly had a chance to breathe. When it came time to pack up to come here, I groaned. Fill another suitcase. Take another car trip? 
But once I got here, I remembered why I love it so much. 

This morning the call of the chickadee made me smile as I sat with computer open, ready to work. 
Next to the goldfinch, chicadees are my favorite small bird.

It's hot up here. No air conditioning. Just ceiling fans. But the humidity is lower and I enjoy the heat. Every now and then a cool breeze blows through. We're drinking tons of iced mint sun tea. 
It's great to see our friends who also have cabins in this little enclave. We haven't seen them but once since last summer. Lots of catching up to do, drinks and dinners to share.

It's taken two days for me to shake exhaustion and feel renewed. Just the sight of DH's thriving garden and a hummingbird made me smile. 
  
We almost missed  the estilbe blooming. Thank goodness we got here in time.

 

This morning at six, I'm up with the gray squirrel, chipmunk, purple finch and chickadee, feeling like writing.

 Our little deck is the perfect place to channel LOVE'S LAST CHANCE and watch the birds. 



Taking time to renew your spirit is so important. As important as chasing the big gray squirrel off the the bird feeder! I hope you're breathing fresh air and taking time to smell the flowers and enjoy life. Thanks for stopping by. 

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD: SUN

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales. We are visiting with Rory and Hack again, but this time, things are heating up. Thanks for stopping by.

THE RESCUED HEART

Hack grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She cringed, prepared for his anger at her presumption. Crap, I kissed him! What was I thinking? Miss Pencil will have my scalp.
Quickly he surrounded her with his arms, pulling her in to him for a real kiss. His mouth descended on hers before she could protest. 

 His hand cradled the back of her head while his tongue insisted on entering her mouth. He pressed his chest against hers igniting a fire inside her. His other arm encircled her waist, pinning her to him.

Rory’s eyes closed as her body relaxed while his tongue caressed hers. Her arms wound around his neck and a soft moan escaped her throat. She moved her fingers up the back of his neck. His fingers threaded through her silky hair. The heat of his passion made her knees wobble, but he held her fast.
When he let go, the look of surprise on his face made her giggle. Taken over by his own libido, eh? He stepped back, lowering his eyes as his face turned bright red.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wouldn’t blame you if you called the judge and had me hauled in for assault.”
Rory put her hand on his arm and bent down until her eyes made contact with his, which were aimed at the floor.
“Don’t apologize. That was…breath-taking,” she said softly.
“You’re not mad?”
She shook her head. Then he went on, his words pouring out in a rush.
“I mean I’m engaged and I shouldn’t be thinking, let alone kissing or touching or anything, with another woman. And I mean, I need to be faithful to Felicia…we’ve known each other forever and no other woman should…”

But Rory stopped him with her mouth. Her lips closed over his while her fingers got a sturdy hold of his shoulders. She moved her hips against his and pressed. He responded, folding her into his embrace and taking over. His hands caressed her back then one slid down to squeeze her behind. She gave a little squeak at the intimacy. His other hand stroked her hair, his fingers combing through the soft strands again and again.

He kissed her gently this time,
waiting for her to kiss him back. His
lips nibbled on hers, his hands and fingers slowly, sensuously,
seducing her with every touch. She offered no resistance,
encouraging his exploration with her soft moans. When they broke, only ragged breathing broke the silence. They stood looking at each other as sunlight streamed in the windows.

“The sun on your hair…beautiful,” he said, reaching for his jacket. “You’re amazing…some man’ll be very lucky to spend his life making love to you. It can’t be me. Dammit. It can’t. I’m committed. I’m sorry. You’ll never know how sorry.” In a flash he was out the door and down the steps, leaving a bewildered Rory on the verge of tears.
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