The first of the challenges is done! And it wasn’t nearly as squirm-inducing as I thought it would be. I wrote it to It’s My Life and Can’t Get You Out of My Head (oh, and while trading a non-sleeping infant back and forth with the husband). Gotta love that kind of scenario. 😀
A snippet (unedited first draft, ignore typos, grammatical errors, etc etc):
She stood in the doorway, one shoulder propping up the door frame, hands buried deep in the pockets of that tattered old trench coat he’d seen her in a hundred times. Light brown hair pulled back from her face in a ponytail, grey eyes frowning. Mud stains on her jeans, ugly combat boots on her feet.
He thought he was looking at an angel.
“Natalia.” Peter lifted a hand towards her. He had no idea how she’d managed to get past the many rings of security personnel, telepathic and not, surrounding him, but she had done it. Of course she had.
She spoke, softly, gently. “Idiot.”
I love that gal. 😀