I’m back again today to share from Learning to Live Again, which is slated to be released as the final book in Corbin’s Bend Season 2 in late January. (I got a little carried away with deadlines for yet another WIP last week and forgot to sign up.) This excerpt picks up from my latest Saturday Spankings post. You can find it here. Basically, Lainie is extremely anxious about meeting her neighbors, and her husband, Grant, is trying to calm her down.
“No one’s going to make a spectacle of you. You know Venia. She’s just trying to help.” He dropped his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently.
Lainie nodded, swallowing hard. “I found cereal, if you want breakfast.”
“Just as soon as I locate a coffee cup,” Grant told her, going back to his search.
He came up with cups a few moments later. Setting them on the counter, he filled them both with coffee, pulling milk from the refrigerator and adding a little to Lainie’s before he handed it to her. “I haven’t located the sugar yet. Sorry,” he apologized.
“I’ll live,” Lainie replied, taking a cautious sip and wincing at the bitterness. Then, the zip of caffeine hit her, and she took another, far less cautious, swallow. It tasted horrible, but it was worth it for the chance that she might get her brain is some sort of working order before anyone arrived.
“I’ll be back to help as soon as I can,” Grant told her, standing at the counter pouring cereal and milk into a bowl. “I’m not sure how long this orientation will take though. I probably won’t be back before this afternoon.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lainie said, leaning back against the counter and sipping her coffee. “We’ll manage.” She couldn’t decide whether his concern was amusing or annoying. She’d been taking care of the girls on her own in the summers for as long as she could remember. It wasn’t like this was anything new. While it was true that she had moving and a new community to deal with, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Leaving them alone had never seemed to matter before, why was it suddenly different now? Did he think just because he was supposedly the head of the household that she was suddenly incompetent to handle it on her own? Because if that was what he thought she had a thought or two of her own for him. She didn’t know about the other women around here, but she wasn’t some weak spineless doormat who couldn’t make a decision for herself without her husband’s permission. She had no intention of becoming one either so if that was what he was expecting, he was bound for disappointment. Surely after all these years he knew her better than that. Didn’t he?
“I have no doubt of that,” Grant replied, smiling. “Just don’t let Kathleen talk you around. She got herself into the trouble she’s in, and you don’t need to bail her out. If she drives you too crazy, send her to her room until I get home, and I’ll deal with it.”
Really? Since when? She had never been a ‘wait until your father gets home’ parent, not that it would have done her much good if she had been considering he had never been home. “I can deal with it,” she snapped, the words coming out harsher and sharper than she had intended. “I’m not helpless, you know, just because we moved here doesn’t mean I’ve turned into some meek little church mouse.”
To be continued on this week’s Saturday Spanks… In the meantime, you can keep busy visiting the other authors on the blog hop.