Spot Writers: Chapter 32

This week’s post comes to us from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series (for young detectives) and the sci-fi romance For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal. Check out for an upcoming anniversary celebration!

Next week’s post comes to us from RC Bonitz this week- a little out of order due to various personal commitments.  RC’s latest book in A Little Bit of Baby which is available on a special offer from Silver Publishing.

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Sam stood up from the wheelchair, using Remy’s arm for support. He rose to his feet, his arm around Remy’s shoulder to take the weight off his thigh. As the doctors warned him, the bullet wound would ache for months. But Remy’s body was warm against his, making him forget his pain. Sam smiled back graciously at the nurse who had wheeled him to the curb, hoping the gesture would dismiss her. He didn’t like being pampered even though he knew it was hospital policy. Remy handed him the crutch, and he stuck it under his arm and looked to Remy’s car, just a few steps away. He turned back, but the nurse was still standing there, smiling. He wanted her to leave. He wanted to be alone with Remy.

“Here you go,” Remy said, putting an arm around Sam’s waist to guide him toward the passenger seat.

Her touch felt warm, and he smiled automatically, instantly forgetting about the nurse. Remy had been visiting him every day at the hospital, spending all the time she was allowed. With Sam’s injury, the office had closed for the week, anyway. Irene referred the more urgent appointments to one of Sam’s colleagues. The others had been rescheduled, and Sam shuddered to think how busy he would be playing catch-up. He would have to hire additional help.

Sam stood near the passenger door and gazed into Remy’s eyes. She looked exhausted—but beautiful.

“How’s the packing?” he asked.

“Almost done,” she said.

“And the security deposit?”

“The landlord said that due to—circumstances—she was letting me out of the lease with no penalties. I get everything back.”

“Good,” Sam said.

“I just can’t wait to be out of that place. So many memories. More like nightmares. I can’t believe that night I almost fell for Jeremy. What was I thinking? And Barbara… I don’t think I’ll ever get the sound of that gunshot out of my head. I know she’s going to be locked up for a while, but that apartment just has too many ghosts haunting me.”

Sam frowned, his leg wincing as he remembered the incident that caused his injury. “Have you given any thought to where you’ll move?”

Remy shrugged. “Everything’s almost all packed. I’ll move most of it into storage until I figure out something more permanent. Irene said I could crash on her couch for a little while. With all the catching up at the office, I can’t imagine any of us will be getting much sleep in the next few weeks.”

“And after that?” Sam asked.

“ I—” Her face flushed.

Sam’s lips curled into a smile, and he leaned back against the car door so that he faced her completely.  “I’ve got an idea,” he said.

“What idea is that?” Remy asked, flirting and feigning naiveté to hide her embarrassment.

“I always thought my place was too big for just a bachelor.”

The Spot Writers- our members:

 RC Bonitz

Val Muller

Catherine A. MacKenzie

Deborah Dera

Jessica Degarmo


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