A hot August afternoon – on the porch drowsy from the heat after a long morning in the barn, I'm stretched out in my chair with Mocha in my lap. A copper Harley Screaming Eagle pulls up to my driveway.
Ah crap, there goes the day.
He walks up to the porch, and let's himself in. The dogs cluster around – sniffing but not barking.
Predictably he doesn't sit, but paces the porch like a caged lion. He lights a cigarette by striking a barnburner on his pant leg. Men should not wear pants that tight. It just isn't right.
He's wearing his cut – a tattered denim vest – it has patches all over it. Some are "In Memory of" patches. The rocker under a golden eagle says "Jesus hates pussies."
He's got a copper tan, sun-bleached hair and needs a shave. His eyes are blue, and he's got that mature strength that comes from long years of hard living. The view is worth the hassle he's about to give me.
"What's on you mind, Leo?"
"You need to get a move on." The level gaze he gives me would be threatening, if I didn't know him.
"I'm in the middle of a re-write. Then there's 'Swallow the Moon' to finish."
"Forget them, Van's a freak and Eric's a puss."
I didn't need Van or Eric showing up, taking exception for the insult. I'd have to explain this to the neighbors. How do you do that when they are all figments of your imagination? I'd never get any writing done if I end up in a 'love-me' jacket.
Leo takes a drag off his smoke and leans on the porch rail. Did I mention that he's wearing nothing under his cut? Or the tattoos? "Besides, you hate paranormal."
"Just vampires." I grin at him. "The plot isn't finished. I've got half a plot. Can't go on with just that."
"Sure you can. You've written a bunch of books, never outlined jack before."
"They all sucked." I reminded him. He thinks he has the upper hand does he? "You want to be trapped on the hard drive forever?"
"No," Leo the lazy tomcat, with his red beard and his aquamarine eyes, gave me a come-and-get-girl grin. "I want to thrill a hundred thousand honeys."
I laughed, he's a charming cad – he might just do it.
"Look, Leo. There are only so many hours in a day. You are going to have to wait your turn. I'm planning a big push for NanoWritMo."
He swore. The dogs started barking, my husband was home. When I turned back Leo was gone.