Es ist ein typisches Setting, das ich immer wieder gerne lese, wenn es gut geschrieben ist. Eins dass man auch sehr schön von einer Episode ableiten kann. Die Story beginnt noch im Krnkenhaus. Die Autorin lässt sich generell viel Zeit, die Details einer solchen Problematik mit viel Feingefühl, Atmosphäre und Spannung zu beschreiben.
"The soft sound repeated, much closer now and much too quiet to be the nurse. Bodie tensed again, then felt every muscle in his body let go as a familiar scent finally made its way to his nose. Once again pitiful gratitude swelled within him, gifting him with the cool, clean tide of his own anger.
"It's about bloody time you showed up," he growled toward his nocturnal visitor."
Die Charaktere beide, finde ich sehr gut getroffen. Es gibt sehr schöne Momente/Dialoge mit der typischen, herausfordernden Schlagfertigkeit, mit de sich Bodie und Doyle abwechselnd versuchen, aus der Reserve zu locken.
"What, you haven't been waitin' all these years for an excuse to hold my hand in public?"
Aber instant love wird hier nicht geliefert. Es folgt ein mühevoller Prozess, immer einen Schritt vor, zwei zurück. Wenn einer der beiden Partner sich vorwagt, ist der andere prompt nicht bereit zu folgen.
"So, d'ya want me to sleep here or not?" Doyle growled, standing at the foot of the bed. Whether he wanted to climb back into that bed with Bodie was another matter that was also up for debate.
"Why'd I want that? You snore," Bodie snarled right back, wilfully cutting off his nose to spite his face. Even fighting with Doyle might be preferable to being alone in the dark, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He slid down onto his back, determinedly pulling the covers up to his chest and crossing his arms over them.
Doyle snatched up the extra pillow and blanket off the bed. "Fine."
"Fine with me, too, mate."
With a whip of his arm, Doyle sent the bedding he held flying across the room. "Fer Chrissake, Bodie, can't you ask just once? Can't you give an inch?"
"Offered you more than an inch this mornin'," Bodie reminded. "You didn't want it."
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Die Story beginnt noch im Krnkenhaus. Die Autorin lässt sich generell viel Zeit, die Details einer solchen Problematik mit viel Feingefühl, Atmosphäre und Spannung zu beschreiben.
"The soft sound repeated, much closer now and much too quiet to be the nurse. Bodie tensed again, then felt every muscle in his body let go as a familiar scent finally made its way to his nose. Once again pitiful gratitude swelled within him, gifting him with the cool, clean tide of his own anger.
"It's about bloody time you showed up," he growled toward his nocturnal visitor."
Die Charaktere beide, finde ich sehr gut getroffen. Es gibt sehr schöne Momente/Dialoge mit der typischen, herausfordernden Schlagfertigkeit, mit de sich Bodie und Doyle abwechselnd versuchen, aus der Reserve zu locken.
"What, you haven't been waitin' all these years for an excuse to hold my hand in public?"
Aber instant love wird hier nicht geliefert. Es folgt ein mühevoller Prozess, immer einen Schritt vor, zwei zurück. Wenn einer der beiden Partner sich vorwagt, ist der andere prompt nicht bereit zu folgen.
"So, d'ya want me to sleep here or not?" Doyle growled, standing at the foot of the bed. Whether he wanted to climb back into that bed with Bodie was another matter that was also up for debate.
"Why'd I want that? You snore," Bodie snarled right back, wilfully cutting off his nose to spite his face. Even fighting with Doyle might be preferable to being alone in the dark, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He slid down onto his back, determinedly pulling the covers up to his chest and crossing his arms over them.
Doyle snatched up the extra pillow and blanket off the bed. "Fine."
"Fine with me, too, mate."
With a whip of his arm, Doyle sent the bedding he held flying across the room. "Fer Chrissake, Bodie, can't you ask just once? Can't you give an inch?"
"Offered you more than an inch this mornin'," Bodie reminded. "You didn't want it."