Excerpt Wednesday: Another Excerpt from my WIP Destiny's Decisions Sequel to Destiny's Choices M/F
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She
sat there for several minutes just controlling her breathing and then pulled
her cell phone out of her purse. It rang once before being picked up.
“Waters
Investigative Agency.” A perky voice answered. Tiana nearly rolled her eyes,
she liked the teenager that James had hired to be the receptionist for his
Kamiah office, but still it was eight o’clock in the morning and she’d only had
one cup of coffee so far.
“Hi
Dawn, this is Tiana. Can I speak to James, please?”
“Oh,
hi Tiana. Sure, he just walked in a few minutes ago, I’ll transfer you.”
Powwow
music played on the line briefly and then the reassuring sound of her
intended’s voice came across the line.
“Hi
babe, what’s up?”
“Honestly,
I wish I wasn’t.” Tiana knew her voice sounded odd, but with seeing the
terrible vision in front of her she just couldn’t work anything else into it.
“What’s
wrong?”
“What isn’t?”
“Honey,
what’s happened? You sound like you did when your grandmother was in the
hospital.”
“Yeah,
well this is almost as bad.”
“Where
are you?”
“My
gallery.” Tiana sighed and then rubbed her eyes tiredly with her other hand.
“It’s toast, James.”
She
heard a thump, and then James’ breath accelerated. “Someone burned it down?”
“No,
but they might as well have. The front window is busted out, the door is
hanging on one hinge, and from what I can see through the window, any and all
stock I had is completely destroyed. Anything that was breakable is smashed. I
can’t see the glass case that I locked the beadwork in but it’s probably been
destroyed as well.”
“Stay
right there. Don’t get out of your truck, you are in your truck right?”
“Of
course.”
“Stay
there, and lock yourself in. Whoever did this could still be around, and I
don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I
know that James, I’m not a complete idiot.” Tiana growled.
“Sorry
babe, can’t help it. I just found you again, and I have no intention of losing
you the way we did Grandmother. Have you called the police yet?”
At
the mention of her grandmother’s death the year before, Tiana’s heart clenched
tightly before she took a deep breath and released the tension.
“You’re
kidding right? After what happened last year, I think it’s going to be a long
time before I trust a tribal cop again.” Tiana’s voice turned sour.
Tiana
heard James take a deep breath. “Tiana, you can’t blame what happened with
Starla on the entire tribal police force. Most of them are good people, she was
just one bad apple in the barrel.”
“Want
to bet?” Tiana muttered beneath her breath. No way was she trusting anyone but
James from now on. He might not be a cop, but she would trust him with her
life. He would never betray her, she knew that with complete certainty.
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