Woo hoo!
I reached the 40,000 mark. I'm amazed at myself. I'll fly through work tomorrow on a literary high!
Last few paragraphs for tonight:
“Where the hell have you been? We were worried sick when we found the door left open and all the lights on.”
Aidan sauntered into the room. “What are you doing here, Dad?” he asked, not bothering to answer his father’s question.
His younger brother entered the room just then. “I don’t think he has a life. The only number I found was one for a woman named McKenzie. I called, but there was no answer. I have no clue where we should start. Maybe we should…” Logan’s eyes widened as he found his brother standing in the middle of the living room.
“Or maybe it’s a moot point now,” he finished before approaching his brother and giving him a bear hug. “You had us worried, big brother. How have you been?”
Happy writing, everyone!
