I'm really not supposed to be on the computer, but I have nothing else to do. My friends are going to be calling me throughout the day to make me feel better, but Teaser Tuesday is something I look forward to every week, so I'll try to read everyone's today, if my brain allows it.
But without father ado, here's a teaser from Fighting the Fire.
"I was just thinking," Duncan started, stuffing his hands in his pocket. I don't know how long we had been walking, but the sun was starting to sink behind the clouds, spraying the sidewalks gold.
"You do that a lot now lately," I said, jokingly. "Careful, you might hurt your brain." He usually laughed at my jokes, but when his blue eyes slammed against mine, there wasn't humor in them.
"About you and me. Everything that has happened. What you are and what I am ..." He looked off into the distance. "becoming."
"It's worth it," he replied.
My breath caught.
Duncan rendered me speechless. He took pride in that, and smiled. In that smile I found peace, as I always had, but I could still see the sword dangling over his head.
The longer I stayed with him, the more it lowered until it was pressing into his angelic curls. I did not mean for our friendship to turn into this.
His eyebrows knitted together. "What's wrong?"
The sun was quickly slipping into the horizon, and pretty soon night would bring all the things I tried to protect him from.
He pulled me to a stop, when I didn't answer him. "Eden."
I looked at him. "Sometimes I wish I can go back."
He chuckled, uneasily. But regarded me with a worried gaze. "You don't usually say serious things like that. What's..."
"Wrong?" I finished for him. "A lot of things. You, me. What you are and what I am. There is no looking around that, Duncan."
"If you're afraid of Paul then...." he started, taking my hands into his.
"I'm not scared of your brother. He could go to Hell, for all I care."
"Then what is it, Eden?" His voice rose an octave, and a rosy color painted his cheeks. He looked angry, frustrated even. That was rare for him. "I am trying to be there for you, but every time you let me in, you end up pushing me back out again."
I pulled away from him. "Maybe it's better that way."