Friday, 17 August 2012
Author Spotlight - Excerpt from "Whispering Cypress"
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Spring gasped and jerked Dakota's leash. "Down girl. Be a good girl."
The figure of a young woman rolled on the ground, knees doubled up to her chest. Spring held out a hand. "Here, let me help you."
The slender woman reached out a hand, and Spring pulled it. When she was on her feet, her breath came in jerks, and she sputtered, "I'm Logan, Logan Riskway. Sorry to meet you like this."
"What are you doing sneaking around in the dark?"
"Trying to find Hackett, Hackett Woods. I'm going to have his baby, and we need to talk."
"I'd say you do." Spring eyed the rail of a woman. She wasn't showing. "Follow me, and I'll walk you to his cabin."
"Nice of you." Logan studied Dakota. "That's a huge dog."
"She's a good old girl, but very protective of me." Logan paced beside Spring on the side away from Dakota and kept her eyes glued on the shepherd as she lumbered down the dark path.
As they approached Hackett's cabin, Spring noticed the outline of his form still sitting on the swing. He gazed up at the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves. Then, he jumped to his feet and strode to them. "I found a visitor for you in the woods." She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.
"Don't go." Even in the dark she knew his eyes pleaded. She could feel their pull.
"I'd be a third wheel. You two need to talk this thing through." She turned on her heel and pulled Dakota's leash. "Let's go, girl." The German shepherd bounded down the path pulling her mistress behind her, and she let her have free rein. She couldn't get away fast enough.
Dear God, help us both through this.
The heart-shaped flower bed blazed with red and white impatiens. Birds sang. Rabbits played in the front of her cabin. It could have been paradise on earth, if only there were no Logan in the picture. She knelt on her knees and yanked weeds with gusto. If only it were so easy to pull Logan out of Hackett's life and throw her away like one of these weeds. With each blade of grass she tore out of the flower bed, Spring felt a rip in her own heart. How could he be so careless? What had happened between those two last night? Dear God, I need your strength to get through this.
Just as she thought the pieces were falling back into place, her heart was ripped asunder once again. The sun smiled down, filtered through the treetops, and gently warmed her skin in the early-morning dampness of the woods. Footsteps crunched on the white-shelled path, and she jerked her head up to find Hackett barreling down the trail. He stood over her and offered a hand to help her to her feet. She yanked off a gardening glove and reached her palm upward. He took it, and her skin felt the warmth of his. A rush ran through her body, and she trembled and hoped he didn't notice.
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