Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #89 (19.1)

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Vinnie and Ethan head back to Imperial to drop off Uncle Benny. They spend at night, and are delighted at the changes that have been made. The next morning Sarah joins them for dinner, and tells the boys what's going on in her life...since it involves them. See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #89 (19.1)

The following morning, we were joined for breakfast by Sarah and little Alex. Sarah was delighted to hear that her uncle was staying on, at least for a little while. When Benny spoke about taking family trips together, I could see Maureen fairly glow with happiness. Even the Reverend didn’t seem averse to the idea. And, wonder of wonders, neither did Joey, who had made a point of being pleasant even. Things were working out better than we could have hoped when this all began. Of course, we were invited to be a part of such occasions. Ethan solemnly promised that we would do what we could, and what our schedules allowed. That seemed satisfactory to everyone, and to us as well.

Before we left, we managed to get a few minutes with Sarah, out on the front porch steps. Ethan took advantage of the time to hold onto Alex, who seemed at least momentarily sated after his meal. He nestled back against his uncle, looking rather content.

For her part, Sarah seemed rather thoughtful. More than once, I caught her casting her gaze toward the distance, as if wondering what might be there. It wasn’t until Ethan said we really needed to get going that she gave us some insight into what was on her mind.

“Ethan,” she tentatively began followed by a pause.

“Yes?” he encouraged her.

“I’ve received an offer of employment from a history museum.”

Ethan and I exchanged delighted glances.

“That’s great news. Congrats, Sis!”

I echoed Ethan’s sentiments, minus the sis, of course.

“Um,” she began again. “This museum… it’s in Roanoke.”

I hadn’t expected that, and apparently neither had Ethan. Even more reason to be excited for her, though. She still seemed hesitant, though.

“Sarah, what’s wrong? You don’t look all that happy about it,” Ethan commented with a slight frown. “Is there a problem with moving or something? You know we’ll give you all the help we can, and so will Mom and Dad.”

“I know, and I appreciate that. The thing is…. I hate to impose on your guys…” She faltered again.

I was clueless as to what she was saying, but Ethan caught on more quickly, smart boy that he is. “You need a place to stay, right? Until you can save up enough to get a place of your own.”

Sarah’s sigh of relief told me all I needed to know. Ethan had called it, of course. Must be that twin thing they had going on.

“That’s really kind of you, Eth, but are you sure? I mean, I don’t come alone, you know. Having a child in the house can be… well, messy, sometimes. And loud. I don’t want to disrupt you and Vinnie’s lives or anything.”

“Don’t be silly,” I assured her before Ethan could even open his mouth. I knew what he would say, and I agreed with him. “We’d love to have you stay with us.”

Ethan’s smile told me I’d said the right thing, as he quickly added his agreement. “You never have to ask. You’re welcome to stay with us whenever, for as long as you want. When does your job start?”

“I haven’t officially accepted it yet. I was worried about moving and everything. I hadn’t planned on looking in Roanoke. I just thought it was time to get out of Mercy’s hair, let her and her wife have their privacy back. But then I found out about this place, and I thought it sounded pretty wonderful. Maybe I can even take some more classes, you know? I know Roanoke has schools I could attend.”

“Absolutely. That would be wonderful. Just let us know and we’ll make sure everything is ready for you. We’ll even come and get you. If we’re not on assignment, of course.” With our jobs, we couldn’t count on anything, to be honest.

“I understand. And thank you both so much.”

We all rose at the same time. Ethan handed off Alex to his mother, and we all hugged. Then it was time to make our farewells and hit the road. We got Benny packed up, as well as all our stuff. Before Ethan started the car, he turned to me and pulled me in for a kiss. “Baby, you’re the best,” he said. I basked in the glow of his words for quite some time.

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #53 (11.3)

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The unexpected arrival of Troy McGarrett has certainly pleased at least one member of Ethan's family (not naming names lol) but how will his father react? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #53 (11.3)

I have to give Troy credit for never being at a loss for words in any given situation, even when faced with a rabid fan, such as Sarah Thorne. All right, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Sarah wasn’t quite that bad. Maybe not rabid but certainly adoring and most assuredly starstruck.

Ethan’s twin made it down the steps so fast, I was afraid she might have tripped.

“I am such a huge fan of yours,” she was saying. “I own every one of your films, and I’ve seen them all in the theater.”

“Troy, I’d like you to meet my twin sister Sarah.” Ethan made belated introductions even as he and I exchanged bemused glances. This was a side of Sarah I’d never seen before, although I shouldn’t have been surprised considering the way she’d been gushing over the mere mention of the actor’s name earlier.

“I see that beauty truly does run in your family,” Troy said as he bent over the hand Sarah had offered him. I couldn’t help but notice her pleased grin along with the suddenly scarlet complexion.

“You’re too kind, Mr. McGarrett.” Was that a giggle I just heard? Seriously?

“Please, call me Troy.”

And didn’t that just lead to more of the same. At that moment, Maureen returned with the promised pie. She quickly assessed the scene before her with her usual astute eye.

“Sarah, please release Troy’s hand so he can eat.”

Everyone was soon settled comfortably. Benny took the minister’s armchair, while Maureen insisted Troy and Brendan sit on the sofa, and she saw beside them. Ethan and I were content to sit together on the floor, as was Sarah, who sat as near as she could to her idol’s feet.

The wheels must have been turning in Sarah’s head because she suddenly threw a suspicious glare toward her brother. “Ethan Thorne, you’re so mean, not telling me Troy was coming here!” she berated him.

“I couldn’t tell you what I didn’t know, Sis,” he said. “Honestly.”

“We had no idea they were coming,” I added, immediately coming to Ethan’s defense.

Sarah looked between us and then back to Troy, cocking her head thoughtfully. Immediately, I began to regret what we’d said. She was bound to question his presence now and that involved things best not spoken aloud. Perhaps it would have been better to tell a small white lie in the interests of security. At least until we understood the situation more fully. Too late for that now, that cat was out of the bag.

“Doesn’t my mother make the best pie?” Ethan suddenly exclaimed. “Best pie maker in the whole state.”

While Maureen blushed and told him that was nonsense, and everyone else told her that was the truth, I realized what Ethan had done, and the moment passed. At least for now. Didn’t mean we were completely in the clear, though, as I heard a deep throat clear from the direction of the doorway.

Enter the minister.

Perhaps he’d heard strange voices, or perhaps he was done doing whatever he did in his study. Either way, there he was, shrewdly appraising the ever enlarging group of people in his home. I couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to take to this new invasion of his privacy… and hope we hadn’t pushed him to the limit, whether it was our fault or not.

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #48 (10.2)

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Making the best of a tricky situation, Vinnie and Ethan enjoy some of Maureen's great home cooking, but of course Joey has to be an asshole - what else is new? The boys decide to go to the store since it's obvious more supplies will be needed, both for Sarah and her son and to feed this unexpected crowd. See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #48 (10.2)

After Joey’s petulant departure, the atmosphere at the dinner table visibly relaxed and we all enjoyed the rest of the meal. Maureen brought out an apple pie for dessert. I’d never seen one with a crumb topping before. Add to that some whipped cream… heaven in every bite!

Afterwards, Ethan and Benny and I insisted on clearing the table and doing the dishes. We said it was the least we could do for such a delicious meal. Maureen was clearly appreciative as she was able to focus on enjoying the company of her daughter and grandson. The three of us made short work of it all and returned to the living room to partake in family time. We only saw Joey once, when he slunk inside to take his plate into the kitchen.

“Please don’t just lay that in the sink,” Maureen said, but not in a mean way.

Joey mumbled something unintelligible and never paused, but a moment later we could all hear the water running in the kitchen, so he’d obviously taken her words to heart. Then he stomped his way back down the hall and out the door once more. Well, in all fairness, he had nowhere else to go in order to put what with Sarah and Alex having taken over the guest room. Maybe he intended to hide outside until time for bed. His loss, our gain.

I noticed Sarah shoot an inquiring glance at Ethan, and before I had a chance to wonder what that was all about, he said to me, “Guess we should go to the store now before it gets too late.”

I’d almost forgotten we’d agreed to do that for Sarah. Maybe stores out here closed earlier than in Roanoke. Although I didn’t mind the idea of some alone time too, to be honest. Ever the practical one, Ethan found paper and pen and asked Sarah what she needed, then asked his mother if she’d like us to pick up anything for her while we were out, especially since she had unexpected guests to feed.

“Well, maybe that would be a good idea,” she agreed. “Give me a minute, will you, to see what’s what?”

“Sure, Mom, no rush. Vinnie and I will be out on the porch.”

His mother rose, gave him a quick smile before heading off to the kitchen.

“I’ll look with you,” Sarah offered and followed her. Ethan asked his father and uncle, but neither one wanted anything, so we made our way to the porch. I was apprehensive at first until I realized Ethan’s brother was nowhere in sight.

“Probably skulking on the side of the house,” Ethan commented as he pulled out his phone. “I’m going to let Anderson know we’re going, so we don’t alarm whoever’s watching the house.”

That seemed like a good idea.

“C’mere you,” Ethan said in an extra sultry voice, once he’d hung up from our boss,  as he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around me. “Have I told you lately how much I love you? And how I can’t wait to marry you?”

“Do tell, Mr. Thorne.” I gave him what I hoped was a half-lidded seductive glance. We’d had little chance for intimacy, what with having guests in the house. I could understand Ethan being reluctant to do anything with his sister and nephew so close at hand. I suspected that wasn’t going to get any better with us sleeping in the living room with Uncle Benny and Joe Jr. Oh well, not like that was the most import part of our relationship. But still, it was a good part. And I’ve noticed, also, that when something is denied to you, it seems you want it all the more.

And I wanted Ethan very badly at that moment.  Who was I kidding? I wanted him all the time. But right now it felt like forever since we’d been together. Sheesh, not like we were honeymooners or anything… not yet.

“We should think about setting a date,” Ethan continued, as if he’d read my mind—what else is new? He licked at the corners of my mouth. I shivered at his touch.

“We should,” I responded, although my mind was definitely on other things and not what he was saying.

“I still owe you a vacation,” he continued. His lips brushed over mine, which throbbed with tingles of desire. I may even have whimpered a little needily.

“Vacation?” I echoed. “You mean honeymoon?” I was getting confused with what he was talking about, my attention span not at its best at the moment.

“That too, but first a vacation, Vin. Just you and me. Someplace warm and sunny.”

“Not Florida!” I quickly interjected, for obvious reasons.

“Not Florida,” he agreed.

“Yes, dear,” I sighed into his mouth before my tongue sought his, his sought mine, and the two became entwined. I was rapidly losing all sense of awareness of ourselves and our surroundings,  so focused  was I on Ethan. If I’d been thinking more clearly, I’d have realized how dangerous that could be. But I was with Ethan, I was safe… and I was incredibly horny.

It took the sound of something bouncing off the steps of the porch to put the brakes on our activities. My first thought was we’d let our guard down and our stalker had caught up to us.

Damn, what had I done?

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #46 (9.4)

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As you'll recall, circumstances have conspired in such a way that Ethan and Vinny and Sarah and Uncle Benny will be staying with the family longer than expected. There is one member of the group who is less than thrilled at this outcome, though. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #36 (9.4)

Sarah and Alex came down the stairs just as Maureen was saying, “Well, then, looks you’ll be able to stay for dinner after all.” She sounded very happy, and I couldn’t blame her. She had her whole family together for the first time in a long while, even if the circumstances were less than ideal.

“We’re staying for dinner?” Sarah turned inquisitive eyes to Ethan and me.

“Yeah, looks like we’ll be here for a few days,” Ethan replied. “Things have come up and Anderson thought it was best.”

She and Ethan exchanged glances, and I could tell she understood something was going on and we would tell her later. She shifted Alex from her hip to the floor before a sudden thought must have struck her.

“Oh but where’s everyone going to sleep?” she asked as she straightened up.  “And what about clothes and stuff? I don’t know if I have enough pull-ups for Alex.”

“I’m sure we can make a quick run to the store, can’t we?” I turned to Ethan and he nodded.

“We can, absolutely. And as for sleeping—”

“They’re kicking me out of my room for you!” Joey belligerently interjected. I couldn’t tell if he was really trying to start a fight or he was just stupid. My inclination was the latter.

“Stop it!” Maureen said sternly. “You’re a guest here as much as they are. And I’m sorry your circumstances are what they are. But I won’t allow you to take it out on everyone else, do you understand me?”

Whoa, looked like Maureen had definitely found her voice. She wasn’t putting up with shit from her husband or her older son. Good for her!

“Straighten up that room and get what you need for tonight, then help Sarah up with her things.”

I noticed that Sarah didn’t look particularly bothered at Joey’s outburst. She turned to her mother and said, “Thanks, Mom! All my stuff is in the trunk, Joey.” That last was, of course, aimed at her brother.

“We can bring those in,” Ethan quickly said. I suspected he didn’t want Joey touching our rental car. Besides, our stuff was all there too.

“I’ll help too,” Benny chimed in. He already had Alex comfortably ensconced on his lap

Well, that was settled.

“Can I help with dinner, Mom?” Sarah asked.

“Sure, honey, that would be nice.” The two women headed toward the kitchen. Joe Jr had thrown himself into his father’s armchair and sat in sullen silence. Not as though I expected him to help with anything. As of one accord, Ethan and Benny and I exited through the front door. I couldn’t help but wonder if the agents Anderson had spoken about were in place even now, watching us.

“I’m so sorry to cause everyone so much trouble,” Benny said as we hefted everything from the trunk.

“Don’t even think that,” Ethan assured him. “You’re family, and that’s what counts. And once this is all over and done with, I hope we get to see a lot more of you.”

“You can count on that,” Benny said. “I’ve missed everyone so much. It feels so good just to be back with y’all.”

“Ditto, Uncle Benny, ditto.”

“Once this is over and I figure out what to do with myself… well, I guess we’ll take it from there.”

We filed back into the house with our baggage.  Joey looked as though he hadn’t moved a muscle and deliberately avoided making eye contact.

“Joey, is the spare room ready for Sarah and Alex?” Ethan asked. I suspected he knew the answer to that as well as I did, though.

Ethan’s brother made no immediate response. At least not until he saw Benny take up a position beside his chair. I would have wilted under that stern glance, and I suspected Joey was made of less sterner stuff.

At first Joey pretended not to notice, but he couldn’t pull that off for long.

“Your brother asked you a question,” Benny said in a quiet voice.

Joey opened his mouth and closed it quickly, sliding out of the chair without a word. He skirted his uncle and reluctantly made his up to the stairs. He was almost at the top when he responded with, “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re nothing but a jailbird!” Not waiting for a reaction, he disappeared out of sight.

The three of us looked at one another of one accord and burst out laughing.

I guess when it comes to family, you have to take the bad with the good.

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #37 (7.5)

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Ethan's twin's comment about Roanoke has the boys wondering if she intends to move there. See what they think about that idea in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #37 (7.5)

“Roanoke is very nice,” Ethan agreed. “Vinnie and I like it there, don’t we, Vinnie?”

“Very much.” I quickly added my enthusiastic endorsement to his statement. “I think I like it even better than Richmond.” While I did enjoy living in Richmond with Ethan, Roanoke had come to feel more like home. Maybe because we lived in an actual house, and we had Benny, and we’d made some real friends, both on the police force and outside of it. While some of our other assignments had taken us to different locations around the country, these been short-term stays for the most part. Richmond and Roanoke were the only two cities where we’d spent any amount of serious time. I didn’t count the Mangler case, although we were there for a while, because we were constantly moving from place to place in pursuit of the twisted killer and never stayed very long in one spot. Honestly, if I had any say-so in the matter, I’d be more than happy to keep Florida in my rearview mirror. No offense to the residents of the state, but too many unhappy memories stemmed from being there.

“But,” Ethan continued. “You have to remember something, too, Sis.”

“What do you mean?” She gave him a baffled look.

“They can move us anytime they want. Not that I’m saying they will or anything. But if you’re considering moving up there to be closer to us, which I would be all for, you just have to keep that in mind. ”

“Oh absolutely.” Sarah’s face relaxed at Ethan’s words. “I’m not saying I plan to move there, just thinking how nice it would be to live closer to you guys. I don’t want to go back to Atlanta, to be honest, and I really don’t want to be in Imperial much longer. I love Mercy and all, but I’m sure she and her wife would appreciate having their privacy back.” She gave a little laugh. “If my thinking is out of line, or if I’m overstepping any boundaries, just tell me so—”

Without thinking, I interjected, “I think having you closer would be great!” I knew how much Ethan missed his twin and his nephew, and I couldn’t help but think he would love seeing them more. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, though, as it really wasn’t my place. I almost apologized for butting in until I saw Ethan’s beautiful eyes fixed on me, and his expression was so tender and loving that I knew he appreciated what I’d said. And Sarah was positively beaming.

“Vinnie, you’re so sweet, thank you!”

Ethan reached over and kissed me, and my heart swelled. If this was family, I was all for it. “He is the sweetest,” Ethan agreed, his eyes locked on mine.

“I’d have to find a job, of course. And a place to live. Daycare for Alex…”

I could read the question in Ethan’s eyes without his having to say a word, and I simply nodded my agreement. The radiant smile I received in return was almost blinding.

“You can stay with us,” Ethan offered.

“Oh, I don’t want to put you out,” Sarah protested.

Ethan turned his head and I could just imagine the look he was giving her without having to see it. She immediately backpedaled.

“Well, I mean, after everything… and you and Vinnie just got engaged. And you know… stuff.” Obviously she’d run out of legitimate reasons and was now grasping at proverbial straws.

“You are more than welcome to stay with us,” Ethan said firmly, in that no-nonsense voice I loved so much. “If you want to move to Roanoke, we’ll be thrilled to have you there. Maybe talk it over with Mom and Dad, see what they think.”

I believe he deliberately avoided mention of the baby daddy. Somehow I doubted she was in any frame of mind to consider his wishes, especially as he’d been out of the picture for so long.

“I might just have to consider Roanoke myself,” Benny said. “Especially if my favorite niece and nephew live there.” He gave us a quick wink. Hmmm, tell me you don’t like Joe Junior without telling me you don’t like Joe Junior.

Ethan looked so happy, I thought he might burst into tears. And to think that just a few short months ago, none of this would have been possible. But sometimes bad things lead to happy endings. Ethan’s mother’s stroke had ended up with Ethan bursting out of the closet, Uncle Benny’s brush with his ex had led to an opportunity for a new beginning, and the painful return of Sarah’s ex seemed to be leading to exciting new horizons for her and Alex. Win-win situation, I’d say.

Just then my phone unexpectedly rang. I wondered who that could be as I reached into my pocket. I knew that wasn’t Anderson’s ring tone, nor was it Troy’s or Brendan’s. Ethan was right here with me, so obviously not him. Who else did I know who might call me? The caller ID gave no clue. I didn’t recognize the number. Probably a telemarketer.

Before I could even get out a hello, a muffled voice said, “Listen to me very carefully. I am going to say this only once…”

What the fuck?

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #36 (7.4)

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For such a short trip, this one feels like it's taking forever! The only benefit is spending time with Ethan's family. But Vinnie is still not sure they're not being stalked. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #36 (7.4)

We sat and rocked for a minute or two, each man lost in his own thoughts. I was trying to convince myself that Chip was not behind all our misfortunes and was halfway succeeding, when I felt Ethan’s hand on my knee. He’d slid his rocking chair next to mine, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t welcome the comfort of his touch. He didn’t say anything, but I understood everything he meant to convey through his warmth, and I appreciated that.

“So, Benny, have you given any thought about what you’re going to do once all of this is over?” Ethan asked his uncle. Benny didn’t answer right away. I glanced up to find him thoughtfully stroking his beard.

“I’ve thought of little else, to be honest,” he replied. “Before I ran into Connor, I was just basically wandering around, not putting down roots. Seeing the country, so to speak. But that shit gets old, trust me. And it’s a lonely life too.”

My heart went out to the man—he sounded so lost. When Ethan squeezed my hand, I knew he felt much the same way, which only served to reinforce how lucky we were to have each other.

“What’s your degree in?” I asked, hoping to find happier ground.

“Never actually got one,” Benny admitted with a rueful shake of his head. “Went to prison before I graduated. Not that it matters. My major back then was art history.” He snorted. “Wonder what I intended to do with that. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and I guess I had visions of curating the Met or something, but in all reality that degree and fifty cents will just barely get you a cup of coffee. And a not very good one at that.”

That was an incredibly honest observation.

“Luckily, I got the chance to do some studying while I was on the inside. I got smart and signed up for a computer program. Learned enough to keep me going when I got out, along with assorted odd jobs I picked up, depending on where I ended up at any given time. If I thought I could, I’d be more than happy to settle down and actually get a computer degree and do something worthwhile with my life.”

“So why can’t you?”

Ethan’s direct question took me by surprise. He was usually the polite one, while I was considered the mannerless lout in our relationship. But he had said just what I was thinking, before I could say it.

Benny shrugged, but made no immediate reply. A moment passed before he responded. “Maybe it’s not so much if I can do it or not, it’s just that I haven’t decided where I might want to put down roots, you know? I guess that would make a difference in what I decide to do. ”

Just then, Alex came charging around the corner with a happy whoop and a huge grin. He made a beeline for Benny, who pulled the child up onto his lap without hesitation. I glanced around nervously, but my fears were quickly allayed when Sarah herself came into view.

“Hey, I told you not to run,” she scolded her son, but she didn’t really sound angry. Probably an automatic Mom response. “Sorry, Uncle Benny,” she apologized, reaching for Alex, but Benny shook his head.

“He’s good here, it’s okay.”

Sarah bent down and kissed the top of Benny’s head, then Alex’s, before taking another rocking chair. She stretched out her legs with a loud sigh of satisfaction. “I’m not gonna argue.” She laughed.

“So, did I hear you say something about putting down roots?”  Turning serious, this question was clearly addressed to Benny. “What about Imperial? Ever think about going back? Or even Atlanta? It’s close enough to be doable.”

“I’m not sure that’s where I want to be,” Benny said frankly. He resettled himself in his chair. Alex adjusted himself accordingly. Taking the opportunity he saw, he reached for Benny’s red beard and tugged at it.

Too late, Sarah cried out, “Alex, no!”

“Doesn’t hurt,” Benny assured her. “This little fellow couldn’t hurt me if he tried, could you, Alex?”

“No,” Alex agreed, just before tugging at the hair again. I had to refrain from sniggering, and I could feel Ethan silently quivering beside me.

“Maybe someday you’ll have a beard of your own, little man,” Benny said, just before he gently removed Alex’s hand. “But that’s enough for right now, okay?”

Alex didn’t seem to mind. He turned to look at his mother as if to tell her he knew what he was doing. Benny handed him one of the brochures he must have picked up when we entered the building, and Alex seemed satisfied to examine that.

“What about you?” Ethan asked his sister. “You planning to stay with Mercy forever?”

“Of course not,” Sarah replied. I couldn’t help but notice she glanced away from him as she spoke.

“Don’t you have to get back to the museum at some point?” Ethan persisted.

“I don’t know,” Sarah waffled. Judging by her tone of voice, I could tell she wasn’t eager to pursue this particular topic of conversation. Ethan wisely let it go, even though I knew he wanted to find out what was troubling his twin. “Roanoke seems nice,” she unexpectedly added.

Was she suggesting what I thought she was? Ethan and I exchanged surprised glances.

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #31 (6.6)

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When we left our heroes, they and Ethan's family were stranded, having had the tires of their car slashes! Help will take a few hours, so what to do until then? See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #31 (6.6)

It wasn’t long before our most excellent Uber driver dropped us off at the Visitors Center for the Museum.

“You’re gonna have fun,” she assured us in her soft Virginia drawl.

“Can we request you when we’re ready to go back?” Sarah asked, a notion we all seconded.

The driver gave us a rueful grin with a shake of her head. “Sorry, no, unfortunately. But I’ll keep an eye out for y’all when you put in your request and if I’m free, I’ll be happy to come back to getcha.”

That had to be adequate, what else could we do?

Once inside the Visitor’s Center, we paid our admission fees to a friendly young lady behind the desk and began to look around. At the moment, we were the only visitors there, so we had the entire place to ourselves, other than the aforementioned employee.

“I’m afraid there isn’t a lot going on today,” she apologized. “One of our slow days, so no one is around, including the volunteers. But feel free to look around as much as you like.” She was engaged in some kind of needlecraft, which she held inside a hoop on her lap, swiftly plying her nimble needle. “Don’t hesitate to ask for help.” She pointed out a rack containing a multitude of brochures that sat against one wall. We thanked her kindly.

Gotta love Southern hospitality.

Once we’d thoroughly examined the various displays in the Visitors Center, we wandered outside to see the rest of the buildings. There were no organized tours, as such, everyone being free to wander about to their heart’s content, go at their own pace. According to a sign near the barn, at times there were wagon rides, but that was apparently not an option today. Nor were any of the re-enactments available. We might have to make time to come back someday.

Benny offered to carry little Alex, but it soon became clear that he wanted none of that, being full of energy and ready to use it. He set the child on his own two feet and took one hand while Sarah took the other, conveniently sandwiching Alex in between. He seemed satisfied with that arrangement, while Ethan and I walked side by side, bringing up the rear.

I felt a little more relaxed now. There had been no other vehicles in the parking lot, other than the one no doubt belonging to the girl behind the counter. If someone were stalking us, they’d have to do it on foot, and it was very unlikely that was happening.

According to what we read, the restored farmhouse and its nine outbuildings had been preserved rather than reconstructed, dating back to 1897, while the school was from 1894. We learned about the Scotch-Irish and the German settlers who once lived there. I found it very interesting, and I know Ethan did too. Sarah was clearly in her element, as she told Alex stories about what we were looking at. He seemed quite mesmerized himself.

Despite this respite, I noticed Ethan kept an eagle eye on our surroundings at all times. I moved closer to him and dropped my voice, although I was sure the others were too engrossed in checking out the school house to notice. “Do you think we were followed?”

He bit at his lower lip thoughtfully for just a second before he took my hand in his. “I don’t really think so, but I don’t want to be taken unawares either, you know?”

I understood what he meant. Better safe than sorry.

“We’ll have to come back here sometime,” Ethan said. “It’s too bad we missed the wagon ride. Could be romantic.”

I wasn’t sure how romantic riding in the back of a wooden cart on wheels might be, especially if one had to share the pleasure with other people… but I was certainly willing to find out. Hell, I’d do anything that meant spending time with Ethan.

“You and me, always,” he said. Such a mind reader he was. I felt my cheeks warm just before he kissed me, but before we could get carried away, his phone rang. Such an annoying sound.

It was the tire store. Interlude over, back to reality. Ethan thanked the caller than opened up the Uber app and requested a ride. Time to get back on the road.

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #30 (6.5)

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Someone has slashed the tires of Vinnie and Ethan's car! And Vinnie swears he saw Caroline St. Clair in the crowd at the rest area. Could he be right, or is he just a little paranoid? See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #30 (6.5)

If I’d been wearing a dress, I’d have followed Sarah inside without a second thought. Okay, maybe it wouldn’t have been that easy, even dressed as a woman. But not dressed as one, I had no option but to wait outside, along with Ethan and Benny and Alex, and hope Sarah didn’t run into any trouble inside. I’m sure Ethan felt the same way, the way he fidgeted, rocking Alex back and forth, his eyes glued to the ladies’ room door. A few minutes that felt like an eternity later Sarah returned, and she was not empty handed.

“I found these inside one of the stalls,” she said, handing the items to Ethan. I recognized them immediately as the coat and scarf I’d seen on that woman earlier. Did that also mean I was correct as to whose clothes they were?

“No one else was in there,” Sarah said. “Only those.”

Damn. What did that even mean? I cast a worried glance at Ethan, whose attention was fixed on the clothes and then on me. “It must be a coincidence, Vin,” he tried to reassure me. “I mean, Caroline’s still locked up, you know that. And if by any chance they would be willing to let her out of the asylum, Troy would let us know, I have no doubt.”

I had no doubt either, but how to explain the clothes being left behind? As if the wearer were afraid she’d been recognized? Or was there something more sinister at work here? What if Chip, aka the Florida Mangler, somehow managed to escape custody and was now stalking us? Maybe I had talked about the insufferable actress after he’d kidnapped me and drugged me and… was I becoming increasingly more paranoid or what? Chip being on the loose would have definitely triggered an alert of the highest magnitude, and Anderson would have called us straightaway.

Of course, that still left us with four slashed tires. Luckily, our employer had us covered. We took seats on a couple of benches in the lobby of the rest area while Ethan called the insurance company and arranged for a tow to the nearest tire store. It was obvious that we couldn’t go with the tow truck driver, there were just too many of us, but Ethan had a solution for that too. Turns out Atkins had actual Uber drivers. We found one with a mini-van who was willing to pick us up. Sarah had the forethought to grab the car seat for Alex, luckily. Ethan asked the driver if she’d mind waiting while we got the car squared away. The man behind the counter said it would be ready in about three hours. What to do in the meantime?

We headed back to the Uber, unsure of our next move.

“Ma’am, we have some time to kill, what would you recommend?” Ethan asked.

The young woman cocked her head thoughtfully. “I like to go to the Settlers Museum when I have the time,” she confided.

The adults exchanged glances at the information. “Sounds good to me,” I volunteered.

“I like museums,” Sarah said. “Obviously. I worked in one.”

“It’s been a long time, I’d like to go,” Benny admitted.

“I think that settles it,” Ethan said as we piled into the mini-van once more. Off to the Settlers Museum of Southwest Virginia!

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Wednesday Briefs: Bad Karma and the Family Plan #29 (6.4) (formerly Rose and Thorne 6)

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I have an announcement to make today, although if you read the title of this post, you already know lol I have finally chosen a title for Rose and Thorne 6. I am calling it Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Hope you like it! Today we continue with the impromptu road trip taken by Vinnie and Ethan et al. What more can happen? Find out in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Bad Karma and the Family Plan #29 (6.4)

Sarah caught up with Benny, and Ethan and I fell into step just behind them. We paused at the door to admit a group of people of various ages who had just arrived, loudly complaining about the cold and lack of Southern hospitality. They seemed to be dressed for the weather. Maybe they were the kind who found fault wherever they went.

As we made our own exit, a straggler from the group hurried toward the building and almost bowled me over, managing to step on my foot as she did. I started to say something but was momentarily struck silent. This woman seemed familiar. Brown wool coat. Green head scarf. Large reflective sunglasses. A warning chill coursed through my body as I tried to place the memory. Had I seen her somewhere or was I just imagining things? And then she swept inside the building and the moment had passed. I mentally shrugged, put it down to some paranoia on my part, all things considered, as we continued on to the car.

“Mommy will sure be glad when her big boy can ride in a booster seat,” Sarah mumbled as she leaned into the back to fasten Alex into the car seat. I could understand the necessity for such safety precautions, but I was also grateful that Benny didn’t require any such measures. The dog, not the uncle.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Ethan said. We were just behind her as Ethan generally walked me to my side of the car and opened the door. My boy was ever polite that way. Of course sometimes it was simply an excuse to sneak in another kiss. “Before you know it, he’ll—”

Whatever he’d been about to say became lost in his next exclamation of “What the fuck?”

My heart leapt into my chest even as my hand went to my gun. Then my eyes widened in horror as I saw what Ethan was looking at—both tires on that side had been slashed. When Benny echoed Ethan’s exclamation, I realized those tires had been vandalized as well.

I quickly glanced around the parking lot at the few vehicles that were there, including a large yellow school bus which must be the source of the group we met coming out. Most were empty except for one small compact car which was just pulling up. The occupants were an older couple, probably in their seventies. They exited their car along with a small dog on a leash. They paid us no attention, walking the dog to the grassy are next to the brick building. I was pretty sure they could be ruled out as suspects.

Sarah finished securing Alex then backed out of the car, regarding us apprehensively before she too saw the carnage someone had wrought. “Oh shit, do you think that was deliberate?” she blurted out before catching herself. “Of course it was. Tired don’t slash themselves, do they?”

“Not likely,” Ethan replied.

I had a sudden horrible thought as a memory surfaced of Ethan and I at the grocery store back in Roanoke, and my cart collision with a woman dressed just like the one I’d just seen. “Caroline St. Clair!”

Ethan’s brows flew up in surprise before drawing together in perplexity. “What do you mean?”

“You might think I’m crazy but I saw a woman who looks like her going into the building as we were coming out.”

Not wasting the breath to argue with me or tell me I was nuts, Ethan calmly said, “We need to get back inside anyway until we sort this situation out. No sense in being sitting ducks. Sorry, Sarah, can you get Alex?”

“Of course.” She instantly reached inside and unbuckled her son, who must have been confused at the change in plans. She held him close to her protectively as she slammed the door shut.

“I’ll go first,” Ethan said, taking point. He motioned to Benny to follow him, then Sarah and Alex, and I brought up the rear. We didn’t draw our weapons, but we were poised to do so if necessary. No sense in alarming the locals if we didn’t need to. As we moved cautiously up the steps toward the building, I could see the same group we’d passed before begin to emerge, two or three at a time. They were still complaining, this time about unsanitary conditions in the wash room. But I didn’t see the woman in the brown with the green scarf among them. She must still be inside. Assuming I’d even seen her.

There was no one inside other than an older man pushing a broom across the tile floor. He never looked at us, intent on what he was doing. As far as I could see, there was no back door. So what did that leave?

“Here.” Sarah pushed Ethan’s nephew at him. “So, what does she look like?”

“What? No,” Ethan protested even as I gave his twin a description of the woman I’d thought I’d seen. Chances were it was someone else entirely, but better safe than sorry. And I certainly couldn’t go into the ladies room.

“I’ll be fine,” Sarah assured him. I had a feeling she was finding this more exciting than she should have, but I wasn’t about to argue with her. Not waiting for a response, she disappeared through the door marked Ladies.

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Wednesday Briefs: Rose and Thorne 6 #28 (6.3)

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Rose and Thorne 6 #28 (6.3)

As we set out on our road trip, I wondered if traveling with a small child and a woman meant we’d have to make more frequent stops than usual. I didn’t have any experience with children—or women, for that matter, other than my mother, and we were never able to travel—but I had noticed during our brief time with Eva June that she tended to take time out for the ladies room on a fairly regular basis. No criticism, just an observation. We’d only been on the road for maybe an hour and a half when Sarah asked if we’d mind stopping. Ever the gentleman and good brother, Ethan pulled off the highway as soon as he was able and into a small rest area just outside of Atkins, Virginia. Smyth Safety Rest Area read the big blue sign on the small red brick building with arched doorways.

Sarah unbuckled Alex, said she’d be back in a minute, and headed up the steps to the building. Ethan, Benny, and I climbed out of the car and stretched our legs then tossed our trash into nearby receptacles.  I couldn’t help but notice this place boasted of having vending machines.

“Think they might have coffee here?” I asked Ethan hopefully. My first cup of the morning was long gone. He gave me a knowing grin. “What’s that look for?” I asked.

“Oh nothing,” he replied nonchalantly. “Would you like to see if they have any coffee?”

“If it’s not too much of a problem,” I replied. Hey, I could give as good as I got. And, just for the record, this was our normal routine, nothing unusual, although an outsider might think we were sniping at one other. We weren’t.

“I’ll admit I could use some too,” Benny interjected, and that sealed it. The three of us headed up the stairs in search of caffeine. I noticed just outside of the building stood a large wooden map, presumably of Virginia. Inside there was a smaller version, as well as a few travel brochures, no doubt courtesy of the Virginia Tourism Corporation.

I’d taken note of the other cars in the lot when we arrived. There were only a few not surprising as it was a Saturday, and not a particularly warm day at that. Even so, we had Benny to consider. We were his bodyguards, after all. It wasn’t inconceivable that he was being targeted. How they would deduce we were here was a matter for conjecture, but better safe than sorry.

The vending machine selection was limited but adequate to our needs. Three machines stood in one corner of the building. One contained snacks, another one soft drinks and water, and one blessed machine held hot beverages… such as coffee. Actually, it held a surprisingly better selection than that, and I opted for a latte, generously sweetened with extra cream.

Sarah emerged from the ladies room as we stood there, Alex in her arms. He was squirming to get down and walk under his own power, but she seemed reluctant to let him do so. Maybe fear of getting dirty. Or running off. Or maybe it was because we weren’t sure what was going on, the reason for this impromptu road trip. I couldn’t exactly say I blamed her for being cautious.

“Down!” Alex insisted in a determined no-nonsense voice that failed to impress anyone.

“I’ll watch him,” Benny offered.

Sarah eased her son down to the floor and he shot off toward the machine holding the snacks, reaching toward the glass. “Chips!” he said. “I want chips!” He turned expectant eyes toward Benny, who chuckled.

“I think we can do that,” he said before glancing at Sarah, belatedly realizing he should have asked first. “If it’s all right with Mom, I mean.”

“Mama, want chips!” Alex insisted. “Pwease!” He batted his big blue eyes at his mother, and I couldn’t help but think this is what Ethan must have been like as a little boy, and I was instantly enchanted. Sarah obviously felt the same way because she quickly caved.

“Okay,” she said. “What do you say to Uncle Benny?”

Alex looked baffled for a moment. Benny laughed.

“He has nothing to be thankful for yet. What about this kind?” He pointed to something not too spicy and Alex nodded. Benny pulled out a few coins from his pocket, dropped them in and pressed the appropriate buttons. The machine whirred into life and dispensed the correct item without any problems. Benny pulled the bag out and handed it to Alex.

“Thank you, Unka Benny!” Alex cheerfully chirped.

“You’re very welcome, Alex,” Benny responded. He looked wistfully from mother to child. I wondered what was going through his mind. The wasted years when he was estranged from his family? His lack of progeny? Or maybe something entirely different.

“There’s more snacks in the car,” Ethan reminded us. “But we should get going.”

He didn’t say it, but I knew he didn’t want to stay in any one place too long, just in case.

On our way out, I noticed Sarah paused to pick up a couple of the brochures. Ethan stopped beside her. ‘You okay?” he asked in a concerned voice.

His twin looked up at him, shifting Alex on her hip a little. “I will be,” she said after a long moment. “I’m sorry about—”

“No need,” Ethan cut her off. “It’s a done deal. I just want you to be happy, that’s all.”

“I know, and I appreciate that.” Ethan gave her a quick hug, and all was well with the world again. At least for now

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