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Author’s Note:
Once upon a time, during the pandemic, I started writing a small snippet a day. These are little glimpses into your characters’ lives during some of the most trying times of ours. Once upon a time, I was just going to write during the ‘flatten the curve’ part of the pandemic. But eventually, I had to choose a time and actually stop since it was very apparent it wasn’t going to be only 14 days. So here are those small little snippets. Remember, these are completely companion pieces that will be a spoiler if you haven’t read that certain book before.
PROLOGUE
Don’t bite the hand that fingers you. Or whatever that saying is.
-Cheyenne to Ember
CHEYENNE
“The best part of all of this is I get to spend more time with you,” Sam rumbled from across the room.
I looked up, a huge smile on my face aimed directly at him, only to realize that he was staring at the new puppy we’d just gotten and not me.
He was rubbing her ears, his smile huge, and aimed solely at the chocolate lab we’d gotten at the animal shelter two weeks ago.
One week before we’d been forced into social isolation.
I narrowed my eyes at my man.
“What about me?” I asked sweetly.
He looked up and shrugged.
“I like spending time with you, too,” he admitted. “But you’re not really here all that much. Ol’ Derringer and I have been getting some quality time together. I taught her how to fetch me a beer today.”
That was true.
Being an ER director, I hadn’t been on the ‘frontlines’ in years. I’d been in office meetings, board meetings, and in my office battling budget cuts and who to hire next.
Except, these last two weeks that old ’Rona had come into the United States, things just hadn’t been the same.
I’d had to dust off my skills, and I was right back in it like I’d never been away.
The worst thing was not being able to see my grandbabies.
That was the pits.
But I’d do anything for them, even stay away when it broke my heart a little bit more every day.
“I think the bread is done,” Sam said, sniffing the air.
I got up and walked to the kitchen.
Sure enough, the timer had about fifteen seconds left on it.
Sweet.
I could really use a slice of the banana bread right now.
I was tired. Grumpy. And hungry.
Three very bad combinations.
However, by the time I pulled the pan out of the oven, I’d burnt my hand on the rack, dropped the loaf pan onto the oven door and nearly dropped it entirely onto the floor, and then knocked a mason jar off the corner of the counter for it to shatter at my bare feet.
