Sorry my Six Sentence Sunday is a little late this week. Dad’s birthday was yesterday and since he’s in the hospital recovering from bypass surgery, the preparations took a wee bit longer than usual.
By the way, this here excerpt is from some cowboy romance I’ve been working on with another writing partner. So saddle up! Here it is:
“And who …” Garrett moved his hand lower … lower. It rode the length of his shirt before running over his belt buckle. He didn’t pause but slid the hot caress right on down. “Takes care of you?”
“Nobody.” His whisper was raw, filled with more need than he’d intended to show.
Happy belated Sunday.