Showing posts with label Owen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Owen. Show all posts

Dec 30, 2018

πŸŽ† Happy New Year πŸŽ‰




"Only a minute to go," he said easily. "I always think of that last
minute between years as untime." 
When her brow furrowed, he knew he
had her attention and slid his arms around her. 
"Not now, not then. 
Not anything. If we were alone, I could do what I want with you for
those sixty seconds. But it wouldn't be real. So I'm going to wait
till it is. Put your arms around me. It doesn't count yet. Not for seconds
yet." 


Montana Sky




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By Nevit Dilmen (talk) - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, 
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He took her hands at the countdown—ten, nine, eight. She turned to him, rose up—
seven, six, five. His arms came around her—four, three, two.
“Happy New Year, Avery.”
His lips met hers as cheers rang out, and the New Year began to tick.
As Avery rose up, Hope slipped into the kitchen. She’d open another bottle or two, she
thought, avoid the whole couples-kissing-the-New-Year-in ordeal.
She twisted off a cork as partygoers shouted out the countdown.
And Ryder walked in.
She stopped. He stopped.
“I’m just opening another bottle,” she began.
“So I see.”
Shouts of “Happy New Year!” burst out, rolled over them.
“Well,” she said. “Happy New Year.”
“Yeah. Happy New Year.” He lifted his brows when she started to offer her hand.
“Seriously? The hearty handshake again?” He shook his head, stepped to her. “Let’s do it
right.”


The Last Boyfriend




Oct 16, 2018

TattooAge. Never too old.





"Jesus, Steve, are you stripping again?" Cilla demanded as she came back out.
"You've got Ford Freaking Sawyer living across the street. Man, he's the Seeker."
Cilla studied the tattoo Steve tapped as he looked over his shoulder. "When are you going to stop that?"
"When my whole body tells a story. Still got you on my ass, doll."
"Do not pull down your pants." she said, knowing him.



Tribute






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By Johntex - Own work, CC BY 2.5, 
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Tattoos are a common sight on young people nowadays, but there are a growing number of senior citizens who are sporting their own body art. Many of them had it long before it was socially acceptable and provide a peek into how tattoos age on the skin. One project called TattooAge. Never too old. highlights 25 seniors with tattoos. It was created by GetOud, a foundation dedicated to bridging gaps between generations and fostering a positive image of people over 75.










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“Maybe I should get another tattoo.”
“No.” Then studying her butt as he dressed, he considered. “Like what? Where? Why?”
“I don’t know, have to think about it. The problem with the butt location is I hardly ever
see it, and it seems like the person who goes through the process ought to be able to see
the results easily. Added to it, hardly anybody else sees my butt either, so what’s the point?
Unless I consider it some secret ritual of teenage rebellion, which it pretty much was."
“This would be mature.”
“A mature tattoo.”




The Last Boyfriend





Jul 4, 2018

Prepare Your Child to Handle an Emergency




Owen turned the truck around, started toward the road. “I’m going to get a dog.”
“Dogs are good.” Liam nodded wisely. “You can play with them, and you have to feed
them and teach them to sit. They keep bad guys away. A bad guy came in our house, but
the dogs were just puppies.”
Owen debated a response. He wasn’t sure how much the boys knew about Sam
Freemont. “You have good dogs.”
“They’re bigger now, but they’re still puppies. But they’ll keep bad guys away when
they grow up. The bad guy came in and scared my mom.”
“I know. But she’s okay, and the bad guy’s in jail.”
“Beckett came and stopped him. And you and Ryder came, too.”
“That’s right.” If Liam needed to talk about it, Owen concluded, it worried at the kid.
“You don’t have to worry, Liam. We’ve got your back.”
“’Cause Beckett and Mom are getting married.”
“Because of that, yeah, and just because.”
“If the bad guy tries to come back, and Beckett’s not there, Harry and I will fight him,
and Murphy’ll call nine-one-one, then Beckett. We talked about it. We practiced.”
“That’s smart.” 





The Last Boyfriend







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By Luis Miguel Bugallo SΓ‘nchez (Lmbuga Commons)(Lmbuga Galipedia) - Self made, 
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Felicidade_
A_very_happy_boy.jpg, CC BY-SA 4.0, 
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The very idea of your child being forced to deal with a scary and strenuous emergency situation is probably downright repellent, but as a parent, one of your most important jobs is making sure that they’re properly equipped to handle anything life throws their way. Even though she may not ever have to put the knowledge to use, simply knowing that your child is prepared to handle an emergency can give you immeasurable peace of mind.












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Owen relayed the conversation to Beckett.
“Bite him in the dumb ass. Kid’s got a way. Clare and I talked to them after it happened.
Played it down, but played it straight. Still, they heard stuff at school. So Harry called a
powwow, and they came to me about it.”
“Keep the women out of it?”
Beckett glanced toward the stairs. “Maybe that’s not politically correct, or even correct,
but it feels right in this case. They need to know we’re covered, and that I trust them to
help take care of their mom.”





The Last Boyfriend