Setting up means putting out the arrow signs in the community, making sure all the literature in the house is up to date, turning on all the lights and setting the A/c on "freeze my ass because it's hotter than Hell in Florida". Like I said, the house isn't staged, No furniture other than the one bar stool I "borrowed" from other park. Not as single soul has shown up. Ugh.
You'll get your answer sooner than the rest of these hooligans. I'm working on the next chapter. If @Mrsgnomie and @astone2292 move their asses a little faster this time, you might see it by tomorrow.
Not arsenic. The explanation should make my loveable geek @Danilo Syrtis wet his pants.
We may have to have someone fill in for @chris191070 for the countdown. I wish I was in Crete.
I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!
I love the mike drop/cliffie moments. Yes, still so many unanswered questions. This plot was so much fun and so diabolical when I was writing it. Still makes me snicker. Asa is hot AF (wait til you see what he looks like!) not just sexy and a tad domineering. There is a wee bit of D/s but other than some posturing back and forth, it's not a major player in this story. Let's just say Caleb has met his match. He's a strong character (or will be) and Asa is strong enough to be the perfect mate for him. As for the rest... it's coming. Eventually.
Yes, they do. Especially when the house isn't staged and there's no furniture and the only thing to sit on is an uncomfortable-as-hell bar stool that's not the right height for the counter.
Congratulations on being 5th, your smiley face sticker is in the mail.
Wise ass. I would have posted sooner if a certain editor hadn't waited until the 11th hour to get her edits over to me. Plus, I'm "working" today. I had to set up for my open house.
Asa stared wide-eyed at Caleb’s back as he bolted across the dusty yard. In the distance, he heard Giles shouting at the man to stop. What the hell just happened? His body vibrated as the urge to run after the shifter nearly overwhelmed him.
Jorge!” Giles yelled toward the open window behind them.
The Beta’s footsteps thundered across the floor from inside before appearing by Giles’ side, his gaze frantically darted around. “What happened?”
Giles shook his head. “Caleb bolted. H
Depression has a myriad of causes and no clear-cut cure. There isn't a one-size-fits-all approach when it comes to treatment.
Caleb has made some baby steps for sure, but will they be enough?
I'd like to think that the twist I'm getting ready to throw at you all will take care of a few birds with one stone. We'll see.