 |
In today's #WIPWednesday sneak peek, Brandon is helping Crawford pack for a business trip and offering up some dating truisms that Crawford wishes he'd known before his disastrous marriage.
And don't forget, King of the Kitchen releases on Friday! I'm so excited to get Duncan and Beck out there for everyone to see. *g* You can preorder it now from quite a few places, including: Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and
ARe.
I was over on Joyfully Jay talking about the book and sharing one of my favorite recipes from it yesterday, and I'll be over at Gay List Book Reviews tomorrow with more food fun. And don't miss the chance to ask me about King of the Kitchen or throw any cooking-related question my way during my Dreamspinner Press Facebook takeover from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. EST on Saturday, Nov. 7.
 |
| Photo credit |
Tall, Dark and Deported
Brandon
yanked the brown socks out of Crawford's hands and tossed a pair of
black ones into his suitcase instead. “How
long you gonna be gone this time?”
“I'm
hoping to wrap it up in a week. Two weeks, tops.” He poked Brandon
in the stomach and grabbed the purloined socks when the teen let out
of a bark of surprised laughter and dropped them.
Brandon
scowled when Crawford dropped them into the suitcase. “Those don't
match anything.”
“They're
one of about four pairs I have that don't have any holes in them, so
they're going.”
“I
could come with you,” Brandon said. He perched on the edge of the
bed, his expression guarded. “I've never been to Canada.”
“And
unless you've been moonlighting as an international man of mystery,
you don't have the passport that's required to cross the border.”
Brandon's
shoulders slumped, and Crawford kept half an eye on him as he tucked
a pair of freshly shined shoes into a canvas bag so he could pack
them. “Some reason you suddenly want to travel?”
“I
asked Becca Johnson to the homecoming dance and she said she'd have
to get back to me, which basically means she's using me as her
back-up date in case Chris Atkins doesn't ask her,” he said with a
dejected sigh.
Crawford
winced. This was exactly why he'd sworn off relationships. Everyone
had an agenda, and it was rarely in anyone's best interest but their
own. “Ouch. You don't have to wait for her to make up her mind, you
know. You could ask someone else.”
Brandon
threw him a look that could peel paint. “And then later when he
doesn't ask her— because he won't,
he's going with some upperclassman—then I'll be the jerk. She'll
spend the dance in the bathroom crying with her friends and no one
will want to date me because I'll come out of it looking like a
dick.”
Crawford
bit back a smile, knowing Brandon would see it as mocking and not
amused. His nephew seemed to have things figured out pretty well for
a fifteen year old. Hell, he had a better grasp of relationship
dynamics than Crawford did at thirty. Maybe
if he'd had half of Brandon's insight he wouldn't have fallen for a
snake charmer like Davis.
No comments:
Post a Comment