Check out the Lost and Found Blog Tour. It’s actually TWO blog tours in ONE! Riptide has a huge promotion right now, and some mighty fine prizes. You can find a link to that, HERE.
You can also find a second blog tour, through Enchantress of blog tours, HERE.Â
Stops for this second blog tour include I’ll update the links as they become available:
Tuesday, Dec. 3 -Â My Reviews & Ramblings, Â Slitsread
Wednesday, Dec. 4 -Â The Risque Redhead Reads
Thursday, Dec. 5 -Â Booker Like a Hooker,Â Live Your Life, Buy The Book
Friday, Dec. 6 -Â Ame – That’s A Me,Â Tara Lain
Saturday, Dec. 7 -Â BookwormBridgette’s World,Â Adventures of Piglet Scooter
Sunday, Dec. 8 -Â ZcrazyAngel Escape
Winter was his favorite season at the resort. Holiday lights brightened the darkness, shimmering in the algae-laden water like sunken treasure. Several of the fancier rigs were overdressed for the occasion, as tacky as they were festive, with mirror balls and singing Christmas trees.
Summers were crowded with people who drank too much. There were way too many small kids to watch out for. Summer gave Ringo ulcers. But in December the weather was mild and color scintillated everywhere, from the bright orange of fires on the beach, to the rigs, to the sparkling trunks of majestic palms wrapped halfway up with twinkle lights.
The glittered reflection of all that luminescence shivered on the waterâbalm to Ringoâs soul.
Ringo pulled his golf cart up next to Gavinâs place. He was sitting on a canvas lawn chair with one leg propped up, playing Christmas music on a ukulele. He had a good fire going in a black iron fire bowl with Kokopelli cutouts. Bird lay by his side, his muzzle draped contentedly over Gavinâs bare foot.
Ringo thought heâd probably lie down like that with his face on Gavinâs foot if Gavin would let him.
Gavin caught sight of him and lifted his chin. That was all the welcome Ringo was going to get, so he made the most of it. He got out of his cart and stepped onto Gavinâs woven hemp patio rug. He gave Gavin a light kiss on the top of his head in lieu of a greeting.
Gavin broke off playing to pick up his beer and take a swallow, then put it down to play some more. Ringo recognized âWinter Wonderland.â
âI brought you In-N-Out.â Ringo headed toward the door of Gavinâs RV. âMind if I go in and get some plates and things?â
âMake yourself homely.â Gavin shifted slowly in his chair and grimaced with pain. âHelp yourself to a brew while youâre in there.â
Gavin had a bag of peas cooling his knee. âYou hurting?â
âYeah.â Gavin shrugged. âI got pills, though.â
âPeas still cold?â
âI have another bag, maybe you could switch them since youâre going in . . .?â
âSure.â Ringo plucked the bag off him. The knee itself didnât look too bad from the outside. A little swelling, a little bruising. He probably had a couple of small incisions under the Band-Aids. Ringo went inside Gavinâs RV and got a fresh bag of peas from the freezer. He didnât think heâd ever seen Gavin eat a pea. He must have kept them just for their medicinal benefit. While he was in there, he put their burgers and fries on paper plates and got himself a beer.
When he returned, he sat down in a camp chair opposite Gavinâs. Sure as shit, the smoke turned direction and headed his way. He waved and blinked his eyes. âWhy does that always happen? No matter where Iâm sitting, I get smoke in my face.â
âSmoke seeks out the pretty boys.â Gavin followed that up with a musical rimshotâbah dum bumpâon his ukulele.
Ringo rolled his eyes. âSo, you had arthroscopic surgery?â
âYeah. I tore the meniscus. I got a video of the surgery if you want to watch it sometime. It looks like a tiny dragon is tearing off bits of cotton candy in the dark.â
âIâll pass.â Ringo wasnât much into that sort of thing. Heâd seen all the blood and gore heâd needed to see in the Army. âShould you be drinking that if youâre taking pills?â
Gavin slanted an irritated look at him. âI only had one beer,Â mami. Iâm fine.â
Ringo twisted the cap off his beer. âI like you better when you call meÂ papi.â
Gavin narrowed his eyes at that. âSo act like a man instead of smothering me.â
Ringo itched to twist Gavinâs neck. Why did Gavin always have to give him attitude when he was only checking in to make sure everything was okay? Gavinâd had surgery, for Christâs sake. Why couldnât Gavin tell him when things werenât okay?
âYou got plenty to eat for snacks and something to drink besides beer?â
âFor today.â Gavin looked away. âBut I could use some stuff.â
Thatâs new.Â Was Gavin asking for help with something? Had the world come to an end and nobody told Ringo? âLike what? I can make a list.â
âI need some first aid shit. Mineâs so old itâs moldy. I think it came with the rig.â
âLike bandages and antibacterial ointment?â
âWhat else? Bottled water? Coffee? Pop? Those cookies you like with the peanut butter?â
Gavin shot him a genuine smile. âYou remember that?â
âYeah.â Ringo felt his cheeks heat up. âI remember. Soft oatmeal with raisins too. You donât like chocolate chip like normal people.â
âI like chocolate chip.â
âBut they donât make your eyes light up,â Ringo murmured.
Gavin sighed, and his fingers drifted into another song, this one in a minor key so it sounded a little sad.
Ringo shook his head and sat back. Gavin was right there in front of him. Was he feeling lonely? On more than one occasion, heâd used the intel Gavinâs restless musicality sent out and theyâd ended up making out or in the sack, despite the fact that they werenât together anymore.
Ringo generally acted on Gavinâs haunted, lonely music, not on his words, until one or the other of them burst the magic spell heâd woven.
Usually it was Ringo who messed up, and Gavin who chased him away.
Just now, Gavin was more than a little high. If Ringo pushed things, if he approached Gavin like Bird didâlike he had a right to Gavinâs affection, or like he was just too dumb to know he wasnât always so welcomeâheâd be allowed to stay the night.
It might be worth it, just to see if he could make Gavin smile for a while.
âYou should eat,â he said instead.
If Gavin was frozen inside his melancholy, then Ringo was caught in the web of his macho. He didnât want to crawl on his knees and beg to be petted like a dog. He wanted Gavin to want him. To ask for what he wanted out loud with his words instead of his goddamn music.
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