*While reading Chloe Neil’s ‘Some Girls Bite’*
‘ Just as Morgan cocked back a fist, I stepped forward, pushed through the remaining veil of vampires, and stretched my sword just so the tip of it lay before the pulse that throbbed in his neck. I lifted a brow at him. “I’m going to have to ask you to step back.” The ballroom went silent. His dark eyes…”
“Hey, Honey? I was thinking about wah wah wah wah wah wawawawawa….wa…What do you think?”
“Uh huh. Sure.” I nod blankly, eyes still glued to the page.
‘…“This isn’t your concern,” Morgan said. “You’re only going to get hurt.”
A corner of my mouth lifted. “Because I’m a girl?”
His lips tightened, and he leaned forward, pricked his neck against the sharpened tip of the blade. A single crimson drop slid down the…’
‘… “ First Blood!” was called by someone in the crowd and the vampires around us backed up…’
‘I grinned at Morgan beneath the fringe of my bangs and called up all the bravado I could muster. “You’re here. I’m here. We gonna dance?”…’
‘His eyes widened in surprise…’
‘…his lips parting.’
“Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom….”
My four-year-old's round face enters my field of vision. It's covered in chocolate and some other unidentified sticky substance that seems to have gotten in her hair, making it stand on end. She stares blankly back at me a moment, forgetting what she wanted. But then raises one dubious eyebrow. "I'm hungry."
My eyes start straying back towards the page.
‘…his gaze went hot, voice dropping down to a fierce whisper. “Yield, damn it. I won’t fight you. A fight isn’t the thing I want from you, Merit….”’
“So, Mom, can I wah wah wah wah wah wawawawawa?”
“Uh huh.” I nod. “Sure.”
Needless to say, the ‘reading-a-good-book-don’t-bother-me nod’ has resulted in the hubs purchasing an electronic drum kit, my promising ice cream and lollipops for lunch (which I belatedly retracted when my four-year-old started clamoring loudly through the cabinets in search of sugar) and my agreeing to a trip to the town-hall swimming pool with all three kiddies in toe this afternoon (my own personal version of hell). Lovely.
Have you ever agreed with something against your better judgment while in the throes of a good story?