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Gil, Sometimes Gifts Comes with a Price by Darin Gibby - Book Promotion

Gil, Sometimes Gifts Comes with a Price by Darin Gibby – Book Promotion

Genre: Contemporary Fiction/Baseball

Some gifts come with a price.

Twenty years before, high school coach Gil Gilbert gave up his dream to play professional baseball so he could marry his pregnant girlfriend, Keri. When he miraculously discovers that he can pitch with deadly accuracy and speed, he must choose between his successful career and comfortable family life or his chance to play with…

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Gil's legs are hooked in his, somewhere just below the knee. Someone's hand is flat on his thigh- Darcy's not sure if it's his or Gil's but he doesn't want to think too much on it either. He breathes deeply, and Gil makes a soft breathy chuckle. It's more the snort of a deer, but Darcy will excuse him for this. It's the middle of the night anyway.

"Is that my arm under me, or yours?" Gil's voice is smooth like river stone, and muffled from sleep.

Darcy feels a noncommittal noise roll in his throat rather then speaking. Gil just gives that breathy chuckle-snort again and presses his face closer into the pillow. There's inches between them.

"My arm's numb. Maybe it's mine," the mage states and Darcy smiles, wiggles his fingers. He can feel Gil's smile against his collar bone. Feel the brush of lips when the man talks.

"It's yours." Gil says.

Darcy scopes his arm around Gil's side and drags him closer. He feels the hitched breath the mage let's out against his skin. Feels the hand on his thigh tighten. It's definitely Gil's.

Gil's body is warm against his own, and Darcy runs his fingers over the moles and freckles on the mage's side. He's memorized them ages ago, how they looked, how they felt against his lips when pressing kisses there.

They don't say anything, but Gil draws a lazy hand in circles on Darcy's thigh and untucks his head from under the templar's. He kisses slowly, starting in with little closed mouth presses to the templar's chin and lips before egging Darcy to open his own with that slow, wet pink tongue.

"I'm definitely not awake yet," Darcy's voice feels scratch and rough in his throat, but Gil hum's around it, pulls back for an instant his fingers tapping a small rhythm against the scar on the templar's thigh.

"No, you're not," Gil says. Darcy Smiles, dares to peek one eye open at his lover.

The darkness of the bedroom, and the empty space before him greats Darcy's eyes as he opens both to stare. The hand against his thigh is his own, and he moves it to reach and touch and smooth at the empty mattress beside him.

The fabric is cool beneath his fingers, and his body registers just how cold he is only under the thin sheet and quilt.

Gil's been gone for just a few days now, and the sob comes choking up Darcy's throat. He presses his face into the pillow that still smells of sage and sheep, that still smells of Gil, and cries himself back to slumber.

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Gil launches himself at the coffee pot without even a glance to the table. It's the one thing he needs to function in the morning, quite literally. He tried to go through a day without it once- singed all his robes. He won't be making that mistake again.

"Well, Good Freaking Morning," Raelene snaps, and Gil glances under his outstretched arm as he pulls the pot towards him.

"Not yet, it isn't." He breathes, pouring his cup and taking a sip before he takes a seat.

"Happy?" She asks and Gil just raises his eyebrows.

"Was I putting you off your appetite?" Gil counters. "Or are you just mad because I get to go outside, and you can only dream of what fresh air tastes like," He asks, popping a grape in his mouth and the other enchanter looks like she might strangle him.

"Can I ask you a question Gil, did you become an asshole overnight, or was that a dormant trait that's decided to come out now?" Raelene quips, and Gil just grins as he sucks down more of his coffee.

"Hey, lovebirds, some of us are trying to get stuff done so we can actually continue our work and help the king's army keep up to date with the most successful of magical tactics." Zib huffs smartly over the letter he's scripting out on parchment while still trying to stuff his face with marmalade on biscuit.

"Maker, someone kill me if that ever becomes true and I wake up to her in my bed," Gil grumbles into his coffee and Raelene stabs him with a fork.

"Good Morning Everyone, This is your daily reminder that you will never be as wonderful or successful as me." Maram sung as he flung the doors open and strode in, emerald and teal silk robes falling elegantly over his short frame and fluttering as he strode towards the table.  "Or as sexually sated, Gil pass the cranberries,"

"Prick," Gil huffs, but passes the blonde the bowl anyway.

"and Second in line to the position of First Enchanter, just after Surana," Maram hums, doles berries out onto his plate and reaches for a biscuit.

"Doesn't make you less of a prick," Gil grumbles, refills his coffee.

"Doesn't make you any less jealous the elf's getting some, either," Raelene grits out and Zib scratches to a stop on his letter.

"i can't take this, I need peace and quiet," Zib gathers his supplies, balancing a ink bottle precariously and turning towards the door.

"Lovely seeing you today," Maram sings after the man.

"Good Riddance," Zib snaps back.

Gil pins the blonde with a telling look and Maram just beams widely, pushes a cranberry into his mouth.

"How is Ser Darcy, I heard he was asked to accompany you out of the tower," The blonde's emerald eyes are lit up like the most heated and viscous of fires.

"You mean, Knight-Lieutenant Darcy?" Raelene muses wickedly and Gil presses his lips thin. He defiantly does not let it show on his face what he's thinking, that he's remembering the heat of hands on his side's, on his skin, and stubble brushing across his shoulder and the way Darcy feels when he's giving- really giving.

"I haven't talked to him in ages, is he the one going with me? At least I'll have an old friend for the road," Gil humors them, keeping his smile to himself because he's quite pleased he managed to overcome the embarrassing blushing and babbling that used to accompany the Templar's mentioning.

"That's not the only thing you'll have for the road," Maram muses, puts another cranberry between plump lips. "Savor it while it lasts, Gil or I'm going to try and pawn him off to one of my apprentices."

"Your apprentices are too afraid of you to even try sleeping with one of your friends," Raelene muses, "What are you teaching them these days, hm?"

"The practical applications of electricity on the humors of the body," Maram purrs, side glances his delicate cat-like eyes to her with a bright grin. "We're blowing people up. Ander's dumb cat is next."

"It's going to be good getting out of these stone walls, I can already tell," Gil groans.