Hey guys! I hope your weekend is starting out good because it sure is a snowy one here in Buffalo. Well, if you follow my Facebook Author page, you know that I promised you another snippett, and here it is. This is from Chad. It’s a little shorter, but it’s a good one, so I hope it gets your minds churning, LOL 😉
The desert sun was hot on my back as we all stood outside in the firing range waiting for our targets to be set up by some Marines. We have been at it for the last three hours, waking up at the crack of dawn like we always do and starting our day as a Team on a eight mile run. It was now a little before ten so our daily drills would be coming to a close as the heat would rise to an unsafe temperature soon enough.
The torso targets are all set and French issues the all clear command. Bringing my M-4 up, I keep in-step with Reno and the others as well all empty the magazines, letting them swing to our sides and un-holstering our nine millimeter service issued SIGs, emptying the clips on those as we end up right in front of our targets. French and our commanding Major inspect the targets, nodding to each other we’re let go to have the rest of the day.
We all strip our Kevlar vests and clean our guns before entering the barracks, leaving our gear in our lockers. Timmons and Uclid flop down on the couches, flicking on the television to surf the channels while Benson and Black rack the balls on the pool table to pick up where our tournament left off. I toss my sweat-soaked clothes in the hamper on my way to the shower, hearing shouts from the guys as they razz me about my junk once again and I flip them all off over my shoulder as I slam the shower door shut.
I leave the cold water running strong and let it run over my shoulders, cooling me off to a point where I don’t feel like my skin is boiling. “Chief, you in here?” I hear Reno’s voice and the door next to mine slamming shut.
“Yeah,” I say, wiping the water from my face and pumping some body wash into my palm. Two seconds later as I’m scrubbing away I hear a blast of salsa music fill the air, Reno joining in with the lyrics making me laugh out loud. I feel a million times better when I shut the water off, squeezing it from my hair and wrapping the towel around my waist.
Fending off comments from Timmons and Uclid, I make it through the ‘living room’ without having to whip off my towel and lay the smack down, flinging myself down on my bunk. With my arms folded behind my head I stare up at the new picture I had printed off early this morning after my Skype conversation with Rhea. It was a snapshot of the ultrasound she had had done on Friday, and it was amazing that this was a part of both of us. There in that grainy black and white was a face, two hands and feet. You can even pick out his or her profile, their nose, even their little fingers up near their face. She was a little upset that they hadn’t been able to tell the gender but she said that the doctor said they would try again in another couple of weeks and I told her that it didn’t matter to me as long as they were both healthy and that it waited till I was home to meet the world.
I sure hope I can be there. Reno and I haven’t heard back from Washington about pushing up our retirement date so we’ve been kind of on edge the last week or two. He is always worried that Rosa was feeling overwhelmed and lonely but I kept reassuring him that she had Rhea and Kendall and that for the last couple of weekends she’s been spending them at our house in Wakefield. He was just as much worried about his wife as I was about Rhea.
It wasn’t helping that I was still having that damn nightmare. I was home, walking through the door with flowers in hand finding an absolutely empty house, complete with a decorated nursery. Running through every room, I sprint across to my mom’s house bursting through the front door to hear her crying. I always find her kneeling on the floor in the kitchen, holding a crying infant with Rhea’s blue-grey eyes and she hands the baby to me then disappears. The baby stops crying, its eyes peering up at me as its little hands reach out to me from underneath a little blanket. What’s different recently and that I haven’t shared with Rhea is that as I stand there rocking this baby back and forth Duke Orr’s voice finds my ears, whispering “I tol’ you boy that she was mine.””
As I’ve said before, my tentative release date is Valentine’s Day. I am meeting with my beta/editor later today so hopefully it’s good news! *fingers crossed* I will be sure to keep you all posted via my Facebook, Twitter and here.
Also, I’ve been working furiously on “Siofra’s Fight”, Book 4 in The Broadus Supernatural Society Series, so hopefully by mid-March, that one will be released. And I’m super, SUPER excited to be working on Book 3 in The Wakefield Romance Series, “I Never Asked You To Save Me” the story of Bobby Timmons and Ellie Mae Griggs-Heart. Stay tuned for more info on that *wink wink*
Thanks again for the support, I really am thankful for all of it.
As always, stay safe and stay wierd.