MY WRITING

This is from Alaskan Ambush a cruise ship novel. It is an unedited rough draft. I will apologize for any formatting errors right now when I try to format it properly I it just doesn't take! Thanks for understanding!

     It was six a.m. when the phone rang, waking Alex from a deep sleep. Dreams of Olivia had troubled him until about four o'clock. After that, he had finally slept good.
     "Hello," he answered sleepily
     "Alex, it's Pearl"
     "Why are you calling so early, is everything okay?"
     "Everything is fine Alex, I'm calling to let you know that Jason can't take your eleven o'clock today. His wife's flight from Orlando was cancelled because of severe thunder storms and his babysitter is sick so he has to stay with the kiddos until the missus gets home."
     "Okay Pearl, Thanks for letting me know."
     Alex hung up the phone and got out of bed. If he was going to work today, he really should shower and shave. Yes, he had showered last night, but he woke up covered in sweat more than once because of dreams of Olivia. And then he remembered, the eleven o’clock flight that he was going to do for Jason was the Olivia Mannon flight. Where the hell was his brain today. He didn’t want to admit that it had been in his pants for the last 48 hours along with the thoughts of her. He absolutely had to find someone to cover for him - after the shower.

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     Turning the water off, Alex got out of the shower, not even bothering to dry off. He just wrapped the towel around his lean waist and walked dripping to the phone in his bedroom to dial Pearls number.
He waited impatiently for her to answer. Damn he was cold. Taking the towel from his waist, he started to dry himself off. As he was running the towel through his hair, Pearl finally answered.
     “Howdy”
     “Hey Pearl. I need you to call Mark and have him take that eleven o’clock for me,” Alex said desperately.
     “I wondered when you would remember it was Olivia’s flight,” she laughed. I already called Mark. His son’s birthday is today. He can’t be there until the afternoon shift.”
     “Damn Pearl. You’ve got to help me out here. Can’t you baby-sit Jason’s kids for him or something?” he asked
     “No can do kiddo. I have commitments! I guess you will just have to take a deep breath and take it yourself. What’s the worst that could happen? She doesn’t bite does she?”
     “She does more than bite, Pearl. That’s what I’m afraid of.” He sighed loudly as he threw the towel across the room. What in the hell would he do now?
     “Hey Alex,” Pearl said tentatively
     “What?” he asked grumpily.

     “I hope this is the Olivia.”
     “Why?” he asked surprised.
     "You’ve been pining for her all this time. You need to set things straight and get on with your life…with or without her.” Alex didn’t want to hear that, especially now when she might be arriving in town any minute.
     “Pearl, if it is her, I’m doomed.” He quickly hung up the phone and went to shave. He had a lot of mental preparation to do for today’s flight tour. He was going to be a nervous wreck and he couldn’t let it affect his flying. Why him? Why now?
     By the time he was dressed and on his way to the office, he had convinced himself that this passenger was not going to be Olivia Mannon from Nevada. He put pictures of a sweet old grandma named Olivia into his mind and urged them to stay there all day.

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This is an unedited first draft of a novel I am writing with The Senior. The tentative title is Return to Harpers Rock. Again, the formatting might be off a bit but I hope you enjoy it.

     “Okay sweetie, we‘re here,” They both stepped out onto the pavement at the same time. Cole paused and took a deep cleansing breath. One thing he had always missed about Wyoming was the great fresh air. Week long camping and hunting trips in the nearby mountains with his brothers and his father always brought him home refreshed and rejuvenated. For a brief moment, he actually missed those days - the handful of days every year when he hadn’t felt suffocated. “Why don’t you dig through our stuff in the back and get your present for Grandma so we can take it in to her.”

      “No, no, no, no, no, no” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “I can’t. I won’t. I can’t”

      “Ella please, you’re making a scene, You need to calm down.” Cole ran a shaking hand along his jaw. He never knew what to do in these situations. Should he stand his ground, give in, or what?

     “No, no, no, no, no, daddy there’s too much stuff back there, you do it, I always do it!“ she screeched again as she stomped her feet on the pavement.

     “Ella stop it right now.” His strong jaw was clenched so tight he thought his teeth might break. “Just get Grandma’s present so we can go see her.”

      “No, no, no, no, no,” she screeched again. Her arms were wrapped around her midsection, her chin was tucked into her chest, and she twisted her upper body to and fro.Cole was bone tired from the long drive and he could feel the people in the parking lot staring at them. He wanted to scream and yell and cry himself, but knew it wouldn’t do anyone any good so he took a deep breath to refocus himself. And then he counted to ten very slowly. He decided that this really wasn’t how he wanted his homecoming going down so he didn’t argue anymore, he just went to get the present himself. Why this all frustrated Ella so much, he wished he knew.