Thyme for Love – tiger

Here’s a snippet from my current work in progress, Thyme for Love.

Sally and Izzy’s relationship was heating up, until she got a little snippy on their last phone call. This week we’re writing to the prompt, tiger. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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“I know. You were busy too. I got so wrapped up in wanting this event to be a success for Oak Grove. I think it was more than I anticipated and I was overwhelmed.” She slid her free arm around his waist. “That’s no excuse for treating you like that though.”

“That’s one thing I love about you though. The way you pursue your goals with the vengeance of a tiger chasing its prey.” He chuckled. “Me? I have my goals but I don’t think I’m quite as intense about getting there.”

“No. You’re Mr. Mellow-Yellow. You get there when you get there.” Her face flushed with a scarlet hue as a memory crossed her mind. “Welllll…” she drawled, “Sometimes you’re not all that laid back though.”

He bent his head down and nuzzled her neck. “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, sometimes a little more action is called for.”

A longing surged through her body that had nothing to do with the herbs and vendors surrounding her. She leaned a little closer, breathing in the fresh, earthy scent of Izzy. “Can you forgive me?”

“Oh, babe, of course I forgive you.” He wrapped his arms around Sally and added, “Under one condition.”

“Ut-oh.” She tipped her head back and looked into the happy face so close to hers. “That could be trouble.”

“You’re probably going to collapse tonight when this is over.”

“Oh, there’s no probably about that. I can guarantee I’ll be a zombie by the time the last vendor pulls out of their space this evening.”

“Which means tomorrow you’re probably not going to be up for much.”

She shook her head in agreement. “I may not even get out of my pj’s tomorrow.”

“And you’re still closed on Monday?” he asked.

“Yes. Why?”

“You have any plans for Monday?”

“Nothing special. Just no work,” she answered. “No Crafter’s Cottage. No herb festival. I don’t even want to see Oak Grove Square.”

“Good! Then Monday you’re mine. All day. That’s my condition. I pick you up for breakfast and I get you for the whole day. No work. No phones. Nothing but the two of us.”

A puzzled look crossed Sally’s face. “What plans are running through that mind of yours?”

Izzy laughed as he dropped another kiss on the top of her head and backed away. “Nothing you need to know right now. Now go get back to work. I’ve got plants to go play with and you have an adoring public headed your way.” He tipped his head to two vendors headed in their direction.

“Bright and early Monday morning, sunshine. And you’re mine – all mine – for the whole day.” He blew a kiss and turned back towards the truck to help his sister unload herbs.

Sally admired the view of his retreating back side for a moment before turning to meet the vendors coming her way.