one more to go of this little tale.
Then I have something new I am working on.
More Chaos in the Ville, this time it's going to be Kyle Harding's story.
I think it is more the sex aspect. Maybe I got a bit swept up in it. I was more focused on the sensuality of it... and maybe Kenny was more looking for an excuse to be... thorough
Sally Jensen : I can't help wondering where all my shower gel went.
Jenny Lynn smoking Clovis's cigar : Steve's never smelled better.
Sally: Oh no, not in my shower.
Jenny lynn : Better than all over the rug.
Sally : You probably have a point there... when do you think I'll be able to go home?
Jenny Lynn checking watch : give them another hour. I don't see Steve going that long, but your Kenny seems... thorough
Sally blushes : oh I am so not ready for my baby boy to grow up.
Jenny Lynn: I am, can't wait till that lazy lump is all moved out and I can turn his room into a crafts space... I have even got the colours all picked out.
Sally : Oh those are really nice... I wonder what I can do with Kenny's room... maybe a home office?
They quietly tip-toed into the Jensen house. Kenny’s mom was out with Mrs. Hickey, the two of them developing a fast friendship built around smoking Clovis’s cigars and making comments about the neighbours that dared judge them, all the while drinking Pinot Noir and laughing.
This worked for Kenny. It meant he had the house to himself, and after the frought anxiety of the day, he was determined, and on a mission.
He latched every door, put the chain across, and tucked chairs under the
Seemingly a minor chapter. But rather significant to the plot going forward. Jared is quite pivotal in these books, especially the latter half of the second book. Where we actually get into why he and Will are friends from his perspective. And why he and Andrew are not as close.
He still doesn't see himself as a target. His mind is focused on Will and the boys. That arrogant protectiveness is going to get him killed one day. Not today... killed tomorrow... Today he's strapped to a gurney at the mercy of... Sorry having fun writing. No spoilers.
Chapter Twenty-two
WORLD END: T-minus 154 days, 15 hours, and 13 minutes
Ottawa Police Service Station, Elgin Street, Ottawa, Ontario
The slate grey X5, a civilian-plated wolf in discreet black sheep’s clothing, cut through the mid-morning traffic on Elgin Street, gliding to a halt in the restricted parking zone outside the Ottawa Police Service station. The air hung thick with the usual urban mix of stale exhaust fumes, wet asphalt, and the faint, pervasive scent of autu
I was the nice suit, splash of colour kind. Always looking sharp. (totally not, very scruffy, with a tie on ALL the time... took me living in China to finally break that habit... But then there I could literally walk downstairs from my bedroom into a classroom (I lived a year inside the school in an old Classroom... so Bunny slippers, mug of coffee, in my sweats. Best commute ever!