Ever have one of those days (or weeks…or even months) where things just AREN’T going your way??
Last fall I think it was, I blogged about a Murphy’s Law Day, and today I’m having another!
Or perhaps it’s been all week… I don’t know.
What I do know is I have become the victim of myself and my own ignorance–particularly regarding website building, mapping, updating and the email program that goes along with it. What a mess…
But there IS hope for the ignorant like myself. At least that’s what one of my really good friends tells me. This particular friend is what I’d consider an “always friend”.
Curious as to what an “always friend” is?
I’d tell you, but I’m terrified to spend another minute on the computer longer than I have to for fear of inadvertently disabling something else. So instead, I’ll let Edward Banks, Baron Watson, the hero of His Contract Bride, explain it:
(Please note, this is copied and pasted from the draft I sent to the editor, so there might be typographical errors and something might change between this passage and what appears in the book…)
…Suddenly, he stopped rowing. “Look there.” He pulled the paddle out of the water and pointed toward the shore.
She followed the imaginary line coming from the end of his wooden paddle to where a frog was sitting in wait for a fly, perched on a partially waterlogged log.
“Has one of your pets escaped?”
“No. I never was that fond of keeping frogs. They’re too noisy.”
“Let me guess, they kept you up at night.”
“Not me. My brother Jarred.” He paused to watch the frog jump off the log and into the water. “He complained to mother that he could hear my frogs through the wall and she made me release them.”
“Is that when you started keeping turtles?”
“Not quite. That came later.” A slow smile spread his lips, and he resumed his paddling. “I’m glad you remember that though. Actually, after the frogs, came spiders, much to my mother’s dismay.”
“Spiders? What on earth for?”
“To torture Jarred for convincing mother to make me get rid of the frogs.” He glanced up at the sun, then turned his attention back to her. “Can you keep a secret?”
She leaned forward. “Of course.”
“The only reason the frogs didn’t keep me awake at night was because after everyone would go to sleep, I’d sneak out and sleep in an empty bedchamber. Annoying things, they were.”
“Do you know where this leads?” Regina asked him a short while later for no other reason than to make conversation.
“I sure don’t.” He flashed her a smile. “It depends on which way we go.”
“Didn’t you already decide that when you placed the boat in the water.”
Edward shook his head. “Have I ever told you that you have the best sense of humor of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“I shall take that as a compliment and offer you my advice.”
He pulled the paddle out of the water and moved it to the other side, dropping a row of tiny drips along her lap. “And what is that?”
“If I have the best sense of humor of anyone you know, then you are certainly in need of more friends.”
He shook his head. “No. I believe I have all the friends a man needs.”
“One friend is all a man needs?” she teased.
“Sometimes,” he said with a shrug; the muscles of his forearms flexing with each stroke he made. “There are two types of people in this life. One who has scores of ‘sometimes’ friends. These are the friends who are there when it’s convenient for them.” He stopped paddling for a moment and withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Then there are the ‘always’ friends. These are the people who may not always say what you want to hear, but are always there when you need them.”
Edward stopped talking just long enough to navigate them around a cluster of rocks then continued. “I’m unusual, I suppose as I’d rather have one always friend rather than a thousand sometimes friend.” He moved his paddle to the other side of the boat, but didn’t move it, just held it there, slowing down the movement of the boat. “Somehow I managed to be blessed with an unusual amount of good fortune and was granted two such friends.”
“I see,” she said, forcing a smile. Did he consider her to be a friend equal to Lord Sinclair. Or worse, did he think her the kind who would desert him when he needed her?
Edward pushed down on the paddle in his hand, digging the end into the soft mud at the bottom of the creek bed, leading the boat to come to a stop so abrupt that Regina jolted forward and lost her seat.
Edward’s strong hands closed around her arms just above her elbows, stilling her before her knees hit the floor of the boat. “Do you care to know which category you fall into?”
“Yes.” Her word a broken whisper.
Eyes locking, he pulled her so close to him, she could all but feel his lips on hers. “Neither,” he whispered before taking her lips in a kiss that…
I think that’s enough excerpt for one day! I hope you all have a great afternoon.