As we draw near the holidays and the release of “Finish Me”, I have not written any Friday Flash Fiction…and I feel guilty as hell for it too. So, I thought I’d give you a small scene between Paul and Brooklyn in the upcoming release of “Finish Me”.
Paul was waiting for me in the kitchen, sitting on the barstool looking at the paper. “You ready?” he asked, folding the paper and setting it beside his cup of coffee. His sleeve rode up and I caught a glimpse of the scars on his forearm.
When our eyes met, he gritted his teeth and said, “I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. Guilt still burned through me like an out of control wildfire. He’d almost died on us and had many reminders of the night he saved my life, Gabriel’s as well.
“I don’t blame you,” he paused to walk around the breakfast bar so that he stood in front of me. I had to tilt my head back to look at his face. “Please stop feeling guilty, Brooklyn. I’m okay, promise.”
“You’re my friend, Paul,” I said, reaching for my purse. “I’m going to feel guilty about this for a very long time. Every time I see a scar or when…”
“Stop,” he growled, cutting me off. “Please, Brooklyn. Just drop it. I’d rather go on with my life. That time is over and I want to do my job. I was doing my job. So, please, don’t feel bad. From now on, I don’t want to see anything but happiness on your face. Got it? You and Gabe have a baby girl coming soon and I don’t want what happened to me to spoil her arrival.”
Wow, that’s the most I’d ever heard him say in one sitting. “Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll try.”
“Not try…do,” he demanded, with a wide smile.
“Yes, sir,” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
“Good,” he smirked, teasingly. “Let’s roll.”