This week’s word is nail. I’m still in the story with no name. I wish I could think of one but so far, nada. We are still in the bar and it’s still snowing.
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“Excuse me a moment,” Lanett said. She walked over to the plate glass window and peered out. Snow was falling. It was beautiful at the moment but the wind seemed to be picking up. For the first time, she realized she may actually be forced to spend the night here. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. It had sounded romantic when she was flirting with Ian but now that the reality was setting in, she wasn’t sure at all that she’d made the right call.
“Regrets?” Ian asked at her shoulder.
“I’m not sure that’s the right word.”
“You still have time to catch a cab if you want to try. It looks like the road is still passable.”
“I hate to leave you and Simon alone with so many people still here.” She looked around. “I see Nancy is still over at that table full of men.”
“Like I told you earlier, I can handle her.”
“She’s pretty nasty.”
“I’ve dealt with some pretty horrible people in my time. You have no idea how cruel and snobbish people in certain social circles can be.” A shadow passed over Ian’s face causing Lanett to wonder just what had happened in his past to cause such an expression.
“That sounds ominous.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think I’d had this horrible life of being mistreated.”
“I didn’t think that.” Lanett ran the nail of her index finger down the condensation on the window.
“You should smile when you say that. I’d be more convinced.”