Teague’s mobile telephone vibrated against his hip for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. Since he’d effectively shut Juliet out telepathically, she transferred her insistence to more mundane methods of communication. He was two hours late to their scheduled rendezvous and Teague knew the blonde was pissed.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Dr. Harris, the
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Continued from Into the Lion’s Den – part 1
Daniel Gibson was everything that Svetlana expected. And he was nothing like what she expected. He was as handsome in person as he was on television and magazine covers, effusing charm and good humor. Gibson moved and spoke as a man who had been raised knowing his
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Shane shifted in the waiting room chair. Air hissed out of a pinprick hole on the right side of the vinyl cushion. He leaned left for a second longer this time, then shifted back. The hiss was a little louder. Where was the air getting into the cushion? Certainly not
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Svetlana considered the time between assignments something of a personal purgatory. She didn’t define herself by her work, but racquetball, knitting and art classes didn’t fill her up. Caring for children was that last little piece that she needed. Svetlana had a way with children; the agency knew it and
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Daniel hesitated before the closed door. The innocuous sign hanging from a small colorful hook in the center of the door declared that the room was “In Use” in bold red, blue, and yellow lettered baby blocks. Never before had the sight of the words “Family Room” filled Daniel with a sense of dread, but
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WARNING: This story is utter silliness. Originally I’d intended to write a Halloween crossover story featuring characters from Lyn Thorne-Alder’s Addergoole and A. M. Harte’s Above Ground (with their permission). Somehow that evolved into… this, which has nothing to do with Halloween. But it’s good fun, so here we are.
Earlier
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Addison stretched her legs and wiggled her toes carefully so as not to interrupt or disturb the artist at work. Gazing up at the mirror on the ceiling, she watched the finishing touches go onto the elaborate mehendi artwork that encircled her navel and covered her lower abdomen.
Already Addison’s lower back, shoulders and upper back
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