Thank you so much for stopping by. I’ve missed the past two weeks of Six Sentence Sunday and I’m so happy to be back! Looking forward to getting lost in all of the incredible snippets from the other participating authors. As always, your comments and feedback are appreciated.
This week I’m back with six sentences from Swashbuckler. We’re toward the beginning of the story. Rodger is in New York, preparing to fly out the next day. He’s just gotten off the phone with Rachel–they’ve fought and now he’s regretting his impulse to reach out to her.
He knew he shouldn’t have called her.
A week ago, after their night together in San Francisco, he’d wanted to call as soon as Rachel had left the hotel in the darkness of early morning. But he waited, afraid of what she’d think. Afraid what it meant that he missed her already. He’d tried to sleep to forget about Rachel, reasoning that he was only having a rebound reaction from the emotional trauma of divorcing Cynthia, his wife. The day she’d be his ex-wife could not come soon enough.