Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales, the weekly blog where a select group of authors share their works in progress with you. This week, we have a picture prompt and our scenes are limited to 300 words. Here is the picture I chose:

I’m continuing with The White Dahlia, Book Four of The Harvester Files

Luke perked up at the sound of burgers. He stood, stretched, and wrapped himself around her legs.

“He’s probably starving to death again. Let me feed him first, and then I’ll take you to this little place off the beaten path. It’s really popular with the locals, and the burgers and cheese fries are to die for. I’m an emotional eater, and as stressed and upset as I am right now, I could probably eat a horse.”

“Does that place serve cold beer? It’s Saturday, we aren’t officially on duty, and I could sure use one.” He closed the laptop but made no move to put it away.

“It does, but while we may be walking there, you have to drive home afterwards, lieutenant. I refuse to contribute to your delinquency.”

“Not a problem. I put the Mustang to bed and took a cab here. But seriously, day drinking usually does me in and as tired as I am, any more than two would probably lay me out cold. Unless you’re offering your sofa for the night, I’ll behave. Besides, if Maddy or your FBI buddy call, it may be a longer day than either of us planned on.”

The image of his six-foot-four frame all pretzeled onto her love seat—they didn’t have a couch—had her giggling.

“Sorry, you’re out of luck. We’ve only got the love seat, and that’s Luke’s place.” She stopped as ‘but I’ve got room in my bed’ flashed through her mind. “Come on. It’s a twenty minute walk from here. On the way back, we need to stop at the grocery store for cat food.”

After giving Luke a snack, she grabbed her purse, locked the door, and led the way back downstairs. Until she spoke to Chad, there wasn’t a lot more she could tell Al.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales