09 November, 2012

500 WC

Er...I'm getting to the end of stuff I already have written.  I'll have to get my butt in gear and start working on this again.  But I do have an excuse!  The muffin has learned to roll over.  So know I go around putting him on his back on purpose just to watch him flop over on his tummy and grin with elation at his new trick.  :)

Alice was dead silent for a good thirty seconds.
“Alice?” Colton chanced timidly.

“I don’t know whether to give you a medal or shoot you, Colton.”

“I had to!” he protested, trying to keep his voice down. “They were going to arrest her and Git-mo her no matter what the video showed.”

“And so you married her?”

“It seemed a good idea at the time.”

“And she’s pretending.”


“And she’ll keep pretending until you two can divorce in like two years or something.”


Alice laughed again. “Who knows, maybe she is gay?”


"Colton Savage, you are a moron.”

Colton agreed whole-heartedly. “What do I do?”

“You’re asking me?”

“Please, Alice!”

She snorted. “Enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose.”



“I am not sleeping with Renee!”

“Why not?”


“You’ve boinked every other girlfriend you’ve had.”

“That’s not true. And Renee isn’t my girlfriend.”

“No. She’s your wife.”

Please, Alice-”

“Is that why that Felicia woman was so pissed?”

“I didn’t tell her the truth.”

“Even worse. You dumped a swimsuit model for some chubby holiday fling.”

“Renee is not chubby!”

“Oh? What is she, Colton?” Alice purred at him. “Do tell.”

He bit his tongue, hissing at her in his fury. “I’m hanging up.”

“Do what I said, Colton. It will make it easier on you both. Maybe.”


“I thought you were hanging up.”

“I can’t just go around kissing her!”

“Why not?”

“It wouldn’t be fair.”

“To whom?”

“To Renee!”

“But you wouldn’t mind?”

Colton swore and jabbed at his phone. He was going to fire Alice the second he got the courage to call her back.

Renee was curled up on her bed again.

Colton sighed heavily, knocking lightly on the door.

“Hey,” he said.

She grunted at him, clearly not pleased with him at the moment. He wasn’t either.

“I called Alice.”


“I think she thinks its funny.”

“Ha ha ha.” Renee bit out. “So, so funny.”

“And I told her the truth. About us.”

Renee sat up and glared at him. “Why?”

“She deserves to know. I trust her with everything.”

Renee’s frown only deepened, her eyes narrowed. “And what did she say?”

Colton couldn’t help his blush. “Just what you would expect, I guess.”

Renne flopped back down. “My parents saw it.”

He winced. “And?”

“And they’re pissed, of course. Dad’s ready to hunt the guy down and chop him to bits. That jerk’s lucky we’re not back in Idaho. They’d never find his body.”

Colton was in complete agreement with Jake White. “I’d help,” he growled. Renee lifted her head to peer at him. She smiled suddenly.

“I’ll be okay.” She said. “Its more the shock, I think. I’d never have imagined I’d be on the news like this. That I’d stop a terrorist.”

That I would have married you.

Colton heard the words. She did, too. She blushed and looked away.

“Let’s stay in for a few days,” she said softly.

Colton jerked a nod and left her alone.

07 November, 2012

500 Word Challenge

Here's some more!  The muffin is growing and growing!  My train of thought usually goes like this:  I should post something...squee! look how cute he is...baby snuggles...  So yeah, blogging will eternally be trumped by baby snuggles.  But he's sleeping now, so I have a moment of sanity to do something useful. :)

500 WC

He convinced himself to stay home another day.
Alice was mildly reproving, telling him how much work she had waiting for him on his return.

Colton hung up feeling guilty and frustrated. And angry that he didn’t know why.

He went down to the kitchen and methodically ate the steaming breakfast Rosa put before him. He was dreading getting on the computer, of a search of Renee’s name bringing up some unknown picture and tag line.

He should have gone into work.

“What the-?!” Renee shouted from the living room. He flinched, setting his fork down. He went to see what had dragged so much profanity from her lips.

“What is it?” he asked wearily.

She pointed at the screen, her mouth wide and horrified. Colton made himself look.

The picture was of her and Alice, arm in arm, as they had been in front of the restaurant. Colton read the scrolling captions, getting the gist of the problem from them and the photo of him standing alone that flashed across the screen next.

“Call Alice and warn her.” Renee said in a hard voice.

“I will.”

“Is she a lesbian?”

“No.” Colton said firmly, absolutely sure of his secretary’s romantic preferences. “Its just slander. Don’t worry about it.”

The glare she leveled at him told him what she thought of his stupid suggestion. He winced. “I mean, try not to worry about it.”

She snorted and jabbed the remote. The screen went blank, reflecting Renee’s face in the bright sunlight.

Colton sighed and crossed to her.

“Its just talk.” He said gently, his hand on her shoulder. “It will die down in a few days. Besides, I know your not gay-”

“I don’t care about that!” Renee snapped, wiping her cheeks. “I care that they would dare even say anything! How dare that man take my picture and post it all over, making up lies about me?”

Colton didn’t have an answer, so just patted her shoulder lamely instead. “Sorry, Renee.”

She smacked his hand away and stalked out, her fists clenched.

Colton dialed Alice again.


“Do a search of Renee in Google or something.” He could here the chatter of her keyboard, then a long minute of silence.

Alice was even more inventive than Renee.

“Sorry, Alice.” Colton said. “Really, I am.”

She started laughing all of sudden. “My mother is going to have a fit when she sees this!”

“Really, Alice-”

“Oh, I know. Don’t worry about it.” She sighed, though. “How is Renee taking it?”

Colton winced as something heavy slammed upstairs. It sounded like her dresser hitting the floor. “Not very well.”

“Poor girl. Easy to fix though.”

“How?” Colton demanded.

Alice laughed again. “Just get caught making out somewhere public. They’ll be so distracted by that that they’ll forget about our supposed love triangle.”

“Absolutely not!” Colton snapped.

“Why not?”

Colton caught himself. Alice didn’t know. Alice deserved to know, now that she was sucked into it.

“Look, Alice, its like this.”


19 October, 2012

500 Word Challenge

So when I said I was back, I really meant that I would think about posting and then forget a minute later.  Sorry!

But, as of this instant: the baby is asleep, all my houseworky things are done and I have no business stuff to do.  It took me a moment to realize - I have hobbies!  I can knit or read or...write something!  Now, I'm sure the second I get into something, he'll wake up, but!  I can try.

Here is the next bit of my 500 word challenge.  If you have forgotten where we are (as I have) I'll understand. :)  Enjoy!

(it took me a few minutes to find the right file, that's how long I hadn't worked on it.  Sigh...but babies are worth it!)

He wished she would stop wearing dresses that made her look like a fourties’s pin-up girl.
Colton helped Renee out of the car, gratefully giving her hand up to her father to turn back and help her mother out.

Alice was waiting, in her usual fashion forward clothing explosion.

“Here’s the phone,” she said tartly, hading it over. “I expect a very nice bottle of champagne for working this evening, Mr. Savage.”

He grinned at her. “Of course.”

She sniffed and went to link arms with Renee. Colton watched them whisper to each other, scowling. He didn’t need Alice keeping secrets form him.

The bright flash of a camera nearly blinded him.

Renee blinked dazedly, holding her hand in front of her eyes.

“Do you mind?” she snapped. The man standing before her started jabbering at her, asking her questions.

Colton stepped up, talking over his rambling Spanish.

“Excuse us,” he said firmly, steering Renee around him. The windows of the restaurants flashed whitely a few more times until they were safely inside.

“What was that?” Renee hissed at him.

Colton only scowled, watching the man talk on a cell from inside the front doors. “I think he recognized you.”

“From where?”

“You’ve been all over the news,” he told her.

She rolled her eyes. “I know. Somehow they got a hold of my driver’s license photo.”

Colton put aside his uneasiness and followed the matre de to their table. Her parents were scowling, too, clearly as little pleased with the paparazzi as he was.

The food was excellent. Renee’s parents had endless stories about their students blowing things up in science classes. Alice and Renee giggled like old friends the entire time.

Colton couldn’t wait to get home. Get inside his house and away from whoever had taken Renee’s picture and was doing who knows what with it.

Renee kicked off her expensive heels the instant they were back at the house.

“Super cute to look at, not so cute to wear,” she complained, rubbing her feet.

Colton didn’t have an opinion he cared to express, so just grunted.

“Thanks for dinner,” she said.

“No problem.”

She yawned. “I’m going to bed. Night!”

He watched as she scooped up her shoes and went up the stairs.

With an increasing familiar feeling of dread, he went to his office and woke up the computer. He pecked at the keyboard, inputting a search into Google.

Renee White

Her picture popped up immediately, followed by headlines dated from today all the way back to the attack. He followed a link from the morning, a press release stating she had been questioned and released, no longer a person of interest in the terrorist attack. Already it had several thousand comments below the main article, ranging from disbelieving to weirdly vehement support to ED ads.

Colton closed the browser. He’d have to check where that picture surfaced tomorrow. He really hoped it wasn’t in some crazy, paranoid tabloid. But knowing his luck, it would.
Thanks for reading! - The Muffin

26 September, 2012

Back at last!

Whew!  the past three months have been CRAZY!!  But now that the muffin is behaving less like a gremlin and more like a human being, I have some time to write some stuff, here and in an actual novel.  I really don't remember where we were in the short story thing...I'm having a hard time remembering the character's names, to be honest.  Being a mom takes just about all my extra brain cells.

BUT!  I will go looking and post here in the next day or so.  Just wanted to warm up the old typing fingers...and see if the muffin will let me sit at the computer for five minutes without wailing.

To tide you over, here's a peek at how adorable he is:

Look at those cheeks!  I have to pinch them all the time!  They are so CHUBBY!!!

15 June, 2012

500 WC Chapters 33-35

Now that I have been thrice scolded to update, I logged on and realized I haven't put anything up for nearly a month!  Yikes!  Growing a baby takes all my brain power - sorry!  I haven't done any writing of any mention and mostly been sitting and reading/dozing/staring into space.  And knitting little baby hats.  And looking at baby stuff online.  And reorganizing the five square feet of space that we wedged out of our apartment to be the 'nursery' - ie the place where I put all the baby stuff until he's big enough to sleep in a seperete room and we have to find a better solution.

Did I mention sitting and dozing?

But here's a nice long bit.  Probably will be a while between posts for the next month or so.

I'm also doing some research for a novel I've writen a good chunck of and am now rewriting.  Since I don't know much about post civil war West Virginia, I've been haunting wikipedia to learn about ye olde coal production and train lines.  I know, exciting right?  But don't worry: there will be zombies!


Word count: 1,571 - right on target! :)

Colton took her hand as they walked up the steps to the Office of the Madrid Police. She was shaking, despite her brave face. And her fingers were cold.
“Don’t worry,” he told her quietly. “It will be over quick.”

She nodded. Her mother held her other hand, her father bringing up the rear. Selene had driven up late last night to be present as well.

A man was waiting to meet them, eying their little group with distrust.

“This way,” he said, Colton translating for the Americans.

Renee was shaking now, trembling as they waited for an elevator. Colton leaned down to her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, shocked by her fear.

“What if they don’t let me go?” she whispered back, her eyes round and frightened.

Colton gripped her hand. “They will.”


“I won’t let them.”

She took a deep breath, controlling herself. She nodded and squeezed his hand back. “Thank you, Colton.”

He managed a smile and her tight expression eased.

It was a little interrogation room, just like in the movies.

Renee sat gingerly alone at the table, Colton and her family waiting outside.

Moreno came in, scowling and dropped a heavy file on the table.

Colton watched with mild amusement as Renee’s eyes narrowed. She straightened, ready to face down this man; no longer afraid, just angry.

“Mrs. Renee Savage.”

“Yes.” She said clearly, folding her arms across her chest.

Moreno sat and opened the file. She glared at the top of his head as he read a piece of paper.

“You are an American citizen.”


“You were in Madrid on holiday?”


“Why did you marry Mr. Colton Savage?”

“He asked me to.”

Moreno gave her a flat stare. “Any other reason?”

She shook her head. Colton had to give her credit, she wasn’t lying. She wasn’t technically under arrest, but she wasn’t going to trap herself in her answers either.

“Tell me what happened.”

She sighed and recited her narrative. Moreno made a few notes, but didn’t ask anything else.

“Do you recognize this man?” He slid a glossy color photo across the table. Renee peered at it.


“This one?”

Renee made a face. “That’s the man I tackled.”

“Yes. And this man?”

She examined the photo. “Isn’t this one of the terrorists arrested for that bombing London last year?”

Moreno nodded. “He was a cell leader. We think he was controlling these two.” He tapped the suicide bombers’ faces. “Any information you have will be useful.”

Renee spread her hands. “Really, I wish I knew more. But I literally just looked up and saw what looked like a bomb on his chest. I didn’t know who he was or why he was there. I didn’t think.”

Moreno nodded slowly. “Mrs. Savage, we are removing the house arrest order. You are no longer under suspicion.”

Renee sighed and pressed her hands to her face. “Thank you.”

“But, I think it would be best if you stayed in Spain, under your husband’s protection.”

Renee peered at him, startled. “Why?”

Moreno sighed as well, looking not pleased with his task. “The terrorist group these men belonged to has issued a statement swearing to kill you.”

To Colton’s surprise, Renee only nodded after a moment of tense silence.
“I suspected that might happen.” She said slowly.
“They aren’t any particular religion or faith,” Moreno continued. “Anti-western, anti-capitalist, anti-military criminals.”
“Basically anything not them and rich,” Renee added dryly. Moreno actually cracked a smile.
“They’re based all over, malcontents and the like.”
“I’m surprised that some felt strongly enough to suicide,” Renee said. “That kind of criminal usually isn’t that committed.”
Moreno nodded. “I must admit, Mrs. Savage, I was surprised you could take that man down. It took us a week to get all the drugs out of him, methamphetamine, cocaine, steroids. It took four officers just to get him in his cell.”
Renee blushed. “Fear is a powerful motivator,” she said with a smile.
Moreno chuckled. “We’ve just a few more questions.”
Colton had to sit down. He didn’t listen as they talked, Moreno deep rumble mixing with Renee’s alto.
Jake gripped his shoulder. “I knew it would work out.” He said.
Colton nodded. She was free again.
“But what about the death threats?” her mother asked.
Colton ran his hands through his hair. “She’ll have to stay here. Or we can go to one of my houses somewhere else. We’ll keep a low profile.”
Her mother nodded. “We’ve been offered witness protection back home. I am glad we weren’t home when it happened. Our neighbors said the media camped out on our lawn for a week, trying to get us to answer the door. Stacey said she couldn’t leave the house, there were so many reporters trying to talk to them. The police had to come and set up a road block.”
Colton sneered, glad Renee had been spared that sort of circus. He had whisked her away before anyone knew where she was going or who she really was. He looked up as Moreno showed Renee out of the little room. She hugged her parents and Selene, who had stayed silent until now, her face white.
Colton stood, feeling awkward, but determined as well. He crossed to his wife and pulled her close.
She stood stiff for a moment, surprised, then leaned into him, her face in his neck. He felt her sigh.
“See, I knew it would be alright.” He said softly.
She shook her head, her hair tickling his face.
“Come on. Let’s go home.” He took her hand and led her out.
She stared out the window the entire ride home. Her parents gave her some final kisses and hugs, then they left for their hotel.
“We can stay as long as you want us.” Jake told him. “The school year starts in September, so we have a month before we need to be back.”
Colton nodded. “As long as you like.”
Jake shook his hand, his grip strong. “Thank you, Colton.”
Colton smiled. “Anything for Renee.”
He found her curled up on her bed.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting next to her.
She nodded, though she wouldn’t uncover her face. Colton laid down carefully, wrapping an arm around her. She was shivering, crying.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll protect you.”
He was not pleased to wake up with Renee in his arms. Again. It was making things complicated.
He shifted her away from him.
“Colton?” she asked.
“Who else would it be?”
She smiled, her eyes half-closed. “What time is it?”
He checked his watch. “Four-thirty.”
Colton was surprised too. He wasn’t one to nap and he’d spent most of the past two days asleep.
She yawned, stretching. “The stress, I think.” She said slowly, rubbing her hair. It only made it worse, standing up in every direction.
“Yeah,” Colton agreed. It was odd, thinking she was free to go where she liked now. “You want to go out and celebrate?”
She peered at him in the dim light filtering through the curtains. “How?”
“I don’t know. See a movie. Get something to eat.”
She snorted. “You? Eating out? Like at a restaurant?”
He scowled at her. “Its been known to happen.”
“Why are you so everliving obsessed with healthy food anyway?” She asked, sitting up.
He shrugged. “Why eat junk?”
“Because it tastes good.” Renee answered promptly. “But, that does sound fun. A movie, not so much. My Spanish is down right horrible.”
“Where do you want to go?”
She got a mischievous look on her face. “Let’s go somewhere nice.”
“Nice?” Colton repeated dumbly.
“Like, swanky cocktail dress and tie, nice.”
“Uh, okay. Do I have to wear a cocktail dress or just you?”
She gaped at him and threw back her head and laughed. “Don’t tempt me,” she warned. “You never know what I’ll dare you to do.”
He grinned at her. “We’d better get going. You want to call your parents?”
She nodded, rummaging around on the floor for her phone. “Would you mind setting us up with nice clothes? I’m sure my mom brought just her backpacking…” Her voice died away as she looked at her phone screen. Her eyebrows went flat over her nose, angry.
“What?” Colton asked.
She turned it to face him. Stephen’s name scrolled down the list of recent calls.
Colton swore harshly.
“Give that here.” He said, tugging it from her grip. He dialed Alice.
“Yes, Mrs. Savage?”
“You want to go to dinner tonight?”
“Mrs. Savage, you’re a married woman!”
Renee heard and chuckled. Colton made a face at her.
“Seriously, Alice. I need you to go out a buy a phone. Add it to my plan.”
“For Renee?” Alice guessed.
“Yes. I’ll call you with the when and where.”
Alice sighed. “You know, I might actually have plans tonight, plans that don’t involve you or work.”
“No, you don’t.” Colton countered. “See you in a bit.”
Alice grumbled and hung up.
“Call your folks. We’ll go out and buy you something nice, then go eat.” Colton didn’t like Renee’s smile. “What?” he demanded.
She leaned in suddenly and kissed him. Before he could even gasp, she drew back.
“Thank you, Colton.” She said, smiling as nicely now as she had evilly a moment ago. “You are a wonderful man.”
She jumpeddisappeared into the bathroom. Colton fled back to his room.

23 May, 2012

500 Word Challenge Chapter Thirty-One

500 WC Chapter 31
Word Count: 579

Renee’s parents arrival woke him up a second time mid afternoon.
Colton could hear the three of them laughing in the living room. He got up and took a another shower before going to face all that energy and enthusiasm for living.

“Colton!” Renee exclaimed as he walked in. “Great news!”

“What?” he asked.

“That detective guy; Moreno? Anyway he called and said they are going to question me and lift the house arrest order!”

“When? Where?”

“Tomorrow! Down at their office or headquarters or whatever you call it here.” Renee hugged her mother. “Yay! I can finally go out and do something! Not that I’ve been bored, sweetheart.” She added with a smile and a wink.

“Ooh, look at him blush!” Mrs. White crowed. They all laughed and Colton grudgingly joined in.

Mr. White sucked him into a conversation about what exactly his company did. Colton was more than willing to keep him talking about business and not about his and Renee’s relationship. The man had a gleam in his eye that Colton didn’t like.

Renee’s phone rang and she checked the screen. She looked up and met his eyes, her smile fixed. He glared at her, daring her to disobey him. She silenced it and set it back down.


Colton blinked, jerking his attention back to his wife’s father.

“Sorry, Jake, “ he said. “What was your question?”

The man was smiling now and Colton fought down another blush. He hadn’t been staring at her. Just looking, while she laughed and talked with her mother. What did they find to talk about for hours on end? Her phone rang again.

She looked at it, no pretend smile on her face now.

“Renee?” he mother asked gently.

“Its nothing,” Renee said. She leaned over and held it out to Colton.

He took it and answered.


“Where is Renee?”

“This is the last time I’m telling you. Stop calling.”

Colton hung up and fished through her settings. He set Stephen’s number to not ring and handed it back.

Her parents were watching them with surprise. Renee put it on the table next to her and turned back to her mother.

“So, you said Betty lost her job?”

Jake White was eying him closely. Colton stared back.

“Did you know that Stephen guy?” Colton asked finally.

“I did.” Jake admitted. “He and Renee went to high school together.”

“Did you like him?”

Jake shrugged. “As much as I liked any of her boyfriends.”

Colton snorted. “Anyway, I made that deal with Toyota last summer.”

The conversation stayed out of dangerous waters until Rosa came in to announce dinner. Colton grabbed Renee’s hand to hold her back. She waited, her back stiff and straight.

“Are you alright?” Colton asked softly.

“Fine.” Renee clipped.

“Renee,” Colton protested. “What happened between you?”

“Just what I said.”

“How long has this been going on?”

Renee shrugged. “A couple months.”

“Months?” Colton demanded. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. “Why?”

“I tried to be friends. I did still like him. Just not…like I might want to marry him.”

Colton scowled. “No more. He’s getting to be creepy. Understand? No more calls. At all.”

Her eyes narrowed and he tensed. Then she laughed softly.

“I did tell you to have more backbone,” she said softly.

Colton swore and pushed her away. “Go eat.” He snapped.

“Yes, dear.” She murmured, eyes twinkling. She slipped away, leaving him alone and very frustrated.

21 May, 2012

500 Word Challenge Chapter Thirty

500 WC Chapter 30
Word Count: 587

“Good morning, Mr. Savage.”
Colton groaned. “Not so loud,” he pleaded weakly.

Alice only laughed mercilessly. “How many I help you today?”

“I’m not coming in.”

“I guessed, since its ten thirty and you sound like you’ve been hit with a truck.”

“Not a truck,” Colton assured her. “Just a six pack.”

“And how is Mrs. Savage feeling after your imbibing?”

Colton glared at the phone. “How should I know?”

“Aren’t you lying next to her right now?”

Colton looked at the empty pillow. “She’s in the shower.” He lied. “But she seems fine.”

“I’m sure she is.” Alice purred at him.

“Shut up.” Colton threw his phone across the room. It beeped consolingly, telling him he had messages. He ignored it and put his head under his pillow.

Mrs. Savage was indeed fine. She was working out in the gym.

Colton halted mid-step as he passed the little room, backing up to watch her jog on the treadmill.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She twisted to look at him. “Jogging,” she said with a smile. “Are you still drunk?”

“No.” Colton snapped. Unfortunately. He continued down to his office. After sitting and staring at his laptop screen for an hour and accomplishing nothing, he gave up. He went back to the kitchen. The sugar cookies made a mound of glistening, buttery goodness on a plate on the table. Colton rummaged through the refrigerator. Rosa rescued him from a bowl of cereal.

She had a steaming meal ready in moments. Colton ate slowly, his headache easing as filled his very empty stomach. Full, he went in search of Renee.

She was in her bedroom, standing with her back to the door.

“No.” She said, low and fierce. “No, I will not.”

Colton leaned against the door frame, willing to bet quite a bit of his money he knew whose caller id was lit up next to her ear.

“I’m not lying,” she said. “No, stop…no. Look, I’ve told you a million times- Will you let me finish?”

Colton scowled as Stephen’s voice rose on the other end of the phone. He marched over and yanked Renee’s cell from her hand.

“Is it him?” he asked, holding it out of reach.

She scowled, which he took for a yes. He held it to his ear.

“Stephen, right?”

“Who the-”

“Leave my wife alone. Stop calling her.”

“Hold on-”

“Do not call here again.” He ended the call. “How do I block a number on your phone?”

Renee blushed. “I don’t need to block it.”

“Then stop answering his calls.”

“I can take care of myself, Colton.”

“Don’t answer them.” He snapped, keeping her phone out of reach. “Promise me.”

She rocked back on her heels. “What?”

“Promise me you’ll stop answering his calls. Don’t call him.”

She glared at him. “Give me my phone back. Now.” She held out her hand.

Colton glared back. “Promise first.”

“I don’t need your-”

“Well, guess what, you get my help anyway. Stop talking to him. He has no right to yell at you or be mean to you.” He knocked her hands away. “Swear it, or I’m smashing your phone with a hammer.”

Renee huffed. “I promise.”

“If he calls again, ignore it. If he uses a different number, hang up. Or give it to me.”

Renee was looking at him oddly, almost bewildered. “Okay.” She said finally.

He grunted at her, handing the cell back. He left, ready to go back to sleep for another ten hours.

18 May, 2012

500 WC Chapter Twenty-Nine

500 WC Chapter 29
Word Count: 529

Colton came awake again when Renee did. She sat up suddenly, exclaiming. “What the-?” She bent her frown on him.
“Why am I in your bed?” she demanded.

He grunted, hung over and not particularly pleased with his actions either. “I don’t know.”

She scowled at him, untangling herself from the sheets, still fully dressed. As was he. That eased her frown a little.

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re drunk.”

“I was.” He growled. “Go away.”

She only rolled her eyes. “How many did you have?”

He shrugged. “Seven?” He winced as she flipped on the light next to the bed. “Turn that off!”

She ignored him, scrambling of the bed and making for the door.

“Stephen called.”

She stopped dead, turning back. “When?”

“Last night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were sleeping.” He said, not adding that the idea of her talking to him made him furious.

“What did he want?”

“To talk to you.”

She threw up her hands. “I guessed as much.”

“He wouldn’t tell me what about, so he hung up.”

She growled under her breath and made to leave again.

“Why didn’t you tell him?”

She paused, her hand on the door handle. “Tell him what?”

“Don’t be stupid, Renee. Why didn’t you tell him you were married? To me.”

“It didn’t concern him.” She said stiffly.

“He seemed to think it did.”

Renee turned slowly to eye him. “What did you say to him?”

“Just the truth.”

She snorted. “Which is what, these days?”

“That we’re married.”

“Anything else?”

“What? Like I’m desperately in love with you and can’t live without you?” Colton’s stomach swooped as he said it, not making him feel any better.


“No.” Colton admitted. “I didn’t tell him that. I think. I don’t really remember.”

She scowled. “Go to sleep.”

He winced at the slam of the door. She was back a moment later, blushing furiously.

“I need my blanket.” She said quietly.

“I don’t care.” Colton said with all his heart. Now that he was awake, he was feeling nauseous. He should have had some of her cookies, anything to help his stomach deal with the alcohol. At least he hadn’t cracked into the vodka.

She tugged it free from under him and left again, shutting the door much gentler this time.

Colton dragged himself to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. It helped him feel less sick. Unfortunately, it also cleared his head and he could think of all the very bad reasons he wanted Renee to sleep in his bed instead of hers.

He scowled at his reflection, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. Finished quickly, he turned off the lights and climbed back into bed.

His head hummed, still buzzed, but it was much better then the constant blinding ache behind his eyes. He tossed a few times, not liking that he could smell her shampoo on her side of the bed. His shampoo on the the other side of his bed. It wasn’t her side. She didn’t have a side; she slept in the other room.

“Oh, shut up.” Colton snarled at himself.

He shut his eyes and went to sleep.

16 May, 2012

500 Word Challenge Chapter Twenty-Eight

Had a fantastic weekend baby shower, with silly games a tons of super cute baby clothes.  There's this one newborn sleeper; I can't believe he's going to be so tiny!  Though, I do hope he's so tiny.  Anything bigger and...well, let's say ow!  5 more weeks to go!

This fast approaching due date has contributed to my lack of ambition in writing.  Why think when I could sleep or laze on the couch reading Georgette Heyer?  But here's the next bit of Colton's story.  He's being such a sport about all the shenanigans going on in his life.  If only he knew...

500 WC Chapter 28
Word Count: 596

He woke up slowly, uncomfortable, but too tired to do anything about it.
The television was still blaring, yet another football game. Colton groaned, muting it, his headache from drinking too many beers on an empty stomach rather than the explosion.

He checked his watch. It was late, almost midnight. He shifted carefully.

Renee grumbled at him, her head on his leg. He carefully scooted out from under her, blushing. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with her falling asleep and he staring blankly at the screen, mostly drunk and very happy to be so. Now, he was having his doubts.

He stood, stiff. He gathered up the bottles and plates they had scattered around and put them in the kitchen. Rosa would take it out of him in spades if he left a mess all over her living room. Not much of a house-keeper.

Colton reached down to shake Renee’s shoulder.

“Time for bed.” He said. “Come on, get up.”

She made a face and wiggled away.

“Renee!” he said wearily. He should just leave her. He couldn’t. His groggy thoughts coalesced into one goal: get Renee in bed. “Renee, wake up.”

She opened her eyes to glare at him.

“What?” she demanded.

“Go to bed.”

She turned her face away. He sighed, giving up. So much for his noble intentions. He did go up to her room and drag her bedspread free. He tucked it around her carefully, making sure her bare feet were covered.

A noise from the kitchen drew his attention. A phone. Her phone.

He went and checked the screen.


He considered sending it through the garbage disposal. He answered instead.


There was silence.

“Hello?” he said again, grinning unaccountably.

“Is Renee there?” a man asked, sounding very upset and flustered.

“She’s sleeping. Who is this?”

“Stephen. Who are you?”

“Colton Savage.”


Colton froze. She hadn’t told him. Why not?

“Hello?” Stephen said.

Colton’s brain and his mouth seemed to have disconnected, making him reckless. “I’m Renee’s husband.”

He counted ten full seconds of taut silence before the man spoke again. “Ha ha. Hand me to Renee would you?”

“She’s sleeping.” Colton said again, a little firmer. “What do you want?”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Colton Savage. Renee’s husband.”

“Like hell you are.”

Colton sighed. “Look, either tell me what you want or hang up.”

“I want to talk-”

“You’re not going to wake her up. She has a hard enough time sleeping as it is.”

“And how would you know?”

“Are you deaf or something? I’m her husband.”

Stephen swore and the line died.

Colton rolled his eyes at it rang again immediately.

“She’s still sleeping.” He knew it was a bad idea, but he popped open another beer. It was good beer.

“I need to talk to her.”

“Call back in ten hours. It’s midnight here.”

“I need to talk to her now.”

“What about?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is now. Start talking.”

Stephen had a very rude suggestion and hung up again. Colton turned her phone off before he could call back.

He left it and his now empty bottle in the kitchen and went back to the living room.

“Come on.” He snapped, prodding his wife. “Get up.”

She complained weakly, yawning. He kept at her until she got to her feet, the blanket wrapped around her.

“Leave me alone!” she whined as he led her from the room. Her eyes were closed, so didn’t see that he steered past her open door to his.