It's Sunday here in Jamaica, but it's already Monday on Denise Covey's
side of the world. Do stop in and visit with one of my characters, who many readers found to be a real
pain-in-the-butt in a story that wasn't her own.
She makes a
turnaround in her story, thanks to her accidental involvement in software
piracy, murder and kidnapping.
Hop on over
to my next stop - Australia!
While I'm at it, here's a sample from the novel, Taming
Celeste.
Sunday
Sample from Taming Celeste ...
They
regrouped in Paul's study fifteen minutes later. Mark used his new cell phone to
ring Celeste, rather than the unlisted land line, so she would know who was
calling.
Across
the desk, Paul lounged in his seat, twisting his old Rubik's Cube. To the casual
observer he might have seemed relaxed, but Mark knew better. Paul was probably
mind-mapping the problem while he worked the cube.
Mark's
heart drummed hard and fast while he waited for Celeste to answer.
"Yes,
you need something?"
For
a second, he thought she might hang up without a word. The inside of a freezer
was warmer than the chill filtering through the line.
"Uh,
you all right?"
"Shouldn't
I be?"
Mark
wanted to slap himself for forgetting his planned lines. "I'm checking on
you because of the gunshot, to see if you're all right."
"Things
Jamaican might not be up to your standard, but we do have doctors and hospitals
here."
"You
know I don't mean—"
"I
don't have time for this. What d'you want, Mark?"
Irritation
colored his next words. "I'm just seeing to your safety."
Now
he sounded like a pompous ass. Paul frowned and shook his head, which reminded
Mark to calm down.
"And
how you going to do dat across a hundred miles of sea water? And why would you
care?"
He
sighed. "I'm not the one who left without—"
"Correction.
You weren't the one who left this time. There was no good reason for me
to stay on Xantrope. Now if you have nothing constructive to tell me, I'm gonna
hang up."
"I
don't want to fight with you. I just want to be sure you're safe."
There
was that word again. Wrong choice.
Immediately,
she pounced. "What do you mean by safe?"
"Just
that. I want to know that you are well."
She
snorted. "Another woman would actually think you cared. I've been here for
several days now. The time to find out if I was safe was when I landed. Thanks
very much for calling. Don't feel obliged to call again."
"Celeste,
don't you dare hang up—"
He
stared at the three-dimensional X on the phone's screen. "She hung up on
me!"
He
jabbed her number into the phone. It rang without an answer. After two
additional attempts, he flung the phone on the desk. It skated across the
polished wood and bumped against Paul's feet, which stopped it from going over
the edge.
"She's
got to be the most bull-headed female God put on this earth."
"And
the one most likely to drive you out of your mind." Paul swung his legs
down off the desk. "I think I've used that same word to describe you a
time or two."
"What
am I going to do with her?" Mark snapped.
"I
know you're not asking me," Paul said, and lay the completed cube aside.
"How
the heck do I tell her she's in danger if she won't answer the damn phone?"
Mark crisscrossed the office with restless steps, and glared at Paul. "You're
no use, you know that?"
Smirking,
Paul replied, "Is it my fault you did something stupid and your woman's
mad at you?"
"She's
not my woman!"
"Then
why are you so upset?"
"Damned
if I know. It's just that she thinks she has it all together." He rubbed the
back of his neck and stared at the floor. "It's like she thinks it'll make
her less of a woman if she leans on someone else."
"Does
she know she can lean on you?"
The
question shamed Mark, and he spent a few seconds analyzing Celeste's behavior.
He had never encouraged her by word or deed to think he'd be by her side if she
had a situation she couldn't handle. No wonder she was waspish. That was
probably her defense mechanism.
He
still wasn't sure he qualified as a strong enough partner for her, nor did he
think he was mature enough to commit to one woman. Not that he had been seeing
anyone else while he was with Celeste. So, what was he so afraid of?
