Friendly Fire by Cindi Walton

Childhood friends and college roommates, William and Tucker, believe they’ve been hired as journalists, for a “hip” Chicago magazine. When reality hits home, only one job is available, and it belongs to William. What’s a friend to do, tell the truth, or create a ruse? Mayhem ensues when Tucker is sent on a “fake” assignment for the magazine. High heels, composting toilets, and wind turbines set the stage for an unlikely romance between a bubbly barista and journalistic wannabe, that’s if they don’t become casualties of “Friendly Fire” first!

SKU: B017PKSX4C Category: Romance Tags: comedy, light reading

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Hello, My name is Cindi Walton and I love life. I am a Northern Michigan native, in love with my neck of the woods, even though I could do with a little less winter. I am married to a great guy, Michael and “Mom”, to daughters Candi and Kristy. I have the honor of being Nana to William Michael and Kaleigh Jean. Last but not least there’s my standard poodle, Maxwell House…I guess you have already figured it out… I’m a coffee lover. I believe we all need a regular dose of nonsense and silliness in our lives…it helps to keep our inner child well fed. I am all about family and my books reflect that. Here’s wishing all of you, loads of romance, with a dab conflict, sprinkled with Marshmallow Hugs and Candy Cane Kisses! Learn more about me at www.whimsicalwordspublishing.com and check out my kindness/anti-bullying site @ www.sockmonkeynation.com

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“Hey Tucker, you gonna put down your beer and start taking care of this shit?” William Bennett asked, trying to motivate his lifelong friend, and roommate, Tucker Cole.
“You know we have to get that rental van back by seven, if we want to see our full deposit.” Tucker had just located his U of M college bag chair, and was in the process of planting his ass, smack dab in the middle of it. Responding in his best British accent,
“What’s a couple a shillings between two blokes like us?”
“The difference between eating or starving, dumbass,” was William’s retort, as he yanked his friend out of his chair, and onto his feet.
“We still have a few more trips to unload, before we return the van. You’ve had a beer, admired the view and before you can think of another stall tactic, let’s just get it done and over with.” Having said that, William opened the loft door and pushed his friend out into the sunlight.
“Damn Will, you have to lighten up, we don’t have to unpack and put everything away today!”
“Who said anything about putting it away? I just want to get the van back before we lose our deposit.”
William took a deep breath and tried to put his finger on the uneasy feeling that had plagued him all day.
Tucker hoisted himself into the back of the van and started dropping oversized black garbage bags onto the sidewalk. The bags contained most of Tucker’s clothing and some of his personal effects.
“I see you upgraded your luggage from grocery bags, to the good and durable stuff.” William sarcastically commented. He’d been on Tucker’s case for the last month about picking up some packing boxes, but knew in the end, Tuck would do, what Tuck always does … procrastinate, and at the last minute, shove his shit into whatever bags he can get his hands on. At least these were durable and could be repurposed.
William still couldn’t wrap his head around his friend’s lackadaisical ways. William and Tucker had been childhood friends, and somethings never changed. Whereas, William was neat, organized and a bit obsessive,
Tucker was the polar opposite. Rather than feeling smug and superior, William envied how his friend could navigate through life without ever taking anything, or anyone too seriously. When the last box was deposited in the center of the loft, Tucker grabbed his jacket, slapped William on the back and said, “I’ll run the van back to the rental place, pick up my truck, get our deposit and grab us a pizza and some more beer. I know you’re probably on the verge of having a nervous breakdown with all this clutter. I can just imagine how wrinkled your tie collection must be getting in that garment box!”
William, and his massive tie collection, had provided comic material for many of Tucker’s jokes. Tucker owned exactly two ties, one was for job interviews and the other was strictly for funerals. William, on the other hand, owned forty two, the last time he counted them.
“Ties make the suit, and the suit makes the man.” William chimed, anytime Tucker brought up his extensive collection.
“Get the hell outa of here and keep my half of the pizza, pineapple free. Any guy who doesn’t understand that pineapple has no business touching sausage, will never understand dressing for success.”