Today’s contribution from the blurb file is another snippet from Wanderlust. It’s not chronologically right after what you read before (I sort of have written the scenes for this book as I have seen them, not in the order I normally insist upon).
All work is (c), so please don’t borrow or steal.
Aislin toed the rocker back and forth slowly, the tumbler of whiskey loose in her hand, untouched.
“This is a new experience for me,” she said. “Owning land. The whole concept of roots seems a little strange. We moved around a lot when I was a child. Then after I got out of college, after my mom died, I traveled around the country plying my trade, playing where I could for money or for my supper. Working odd jobs. Never staying in one place too long. No reason to.”
“Will you go back then? To America?” asked Liam, sipping his own whiskey and staring out at the sunset.
“All the family I’ve ever known is gone.”
“Do you think you’ll stay?”
Again she shrugged.
“All the family I have left doesn’t want me here. I am, it seems, at loose ends again.”
She took a small sip of her whiskey, pleased that she hadn’t coughed this time.
“What about those of us who do want you to stay?” he asked.
She stopped her rocking and turned her head to study him.
“Well now,” she said slowly. “That’s a different matter entirely.”
She sat her glass on the window sill behind them.
Liam kept his eyes on hers as he swallowed the last of his whiskey, then set his glass next to hers.
“Are you wanting me to stay then, Liam Gallagher?” she inquired softly.
“Aye,” he whispered
He closed the short distance between them and tasted her as he’d dreamed of doing that day on the bluff.
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