To Love & Honor. ~ Cate Hogan

Via Cate Hogan
on Dec 20, 2013
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To Love and Honour

I stared at my boyfriend in disgust.

The cretin behind me had made an obscene comment about my dress, or more specifically, lack of said garment. The whole nightclub queue heard it, but my errant knight was more concerned by his friend’s critique of Apple versus Android, or Ants versus Aardvarks…or whatever.

“That man…insulted me!”

He cocked a brow and smiled. “So?”

So? How about, defending my honor?” Like a right Elizabethan maid.

He laughed. “I value my face a little more than your honor.”

Well that said it all. I was sorely tempted to give his pride and joy a big, red welt.

When I was a little girl a cyclist ran over our puppy, in a dog park, then followed my mother and I home and proceeded to bang on our door complaining his bike had been scratched (never mind the living creature mangled beneath it). He wasn’t met by the diminutive blonde he’d expected.

My father listened to his nonsense for a full ten seconds before lifting him by the throat and projecting him off our veranda. I’ll always remember his spandex body sailing through the air, followed by his helmet and bike. As the thin black wheels spun uselessly above him, I clapped and cheered, safe in the warm, robust cloak of my dad’s masculine superiority.

It was the satisfaction of a primitive instinct, born of the days when the Hun were waiting over the border. Of course, times have changed and the rapists and pillagers are banished to the seedy end of town. For the lucky majority, the danger is gone. As dad would say, a modern male is more likely to drink a punch than throw one, his knife work directed at a delicate cut of steak tartar. But where does that leave honor? And blood-lust? My boyfriend is vegan: he doesn’t even eat the steak tartar!

Said pacifist put his arm around my shoulders as we walked home. I shrugged him off.

“Still grieving your lost honor?”

I flicked him a look. “More like my choice in men.”

We walked in silence, I gathered my ammunition.

This is just like that time Joe was rude to me and you did nothing to put him in his place.”

“You’re a grown woman!”

“He’s your friend!”

“And he has as much right to insult you as anyone.”

There were so many words struggling to exit my face I could only stop and gape.

He sighed and spun around. “What would you prefer happened tonight? A few hours in the ER, or the cop station? All to prove a point to one moron?”

He pulled me by the hand and we continued down the footpath.

“There’s honor in being smart, you know, in living long enough to take care of someone properly.”

I could see his point; no denying my father’s fierce protection came at a cost. Any tension; an idiot on the road or worse, a slur against his French heritage, would send a ripple of anxiety through my mother and sisters. He wouldn’t react physically but rough words have their own violence. I had happily lost that angst in my adult life, without even realizing it.

I squeezed his hand. Not a full blown apology, but enough. He squeezed back.

“And for the record, I told Joe he’s a fuckwit.”

“Really?”

“Really. I didn’t tell you because I thought you deserved half the things he said.”

I smiled.

To love and honor.

 

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About Cate Hogan

Cate Hogan spends a large portion of each day obsessing over silly things: the feel of a silk stocking or the smell of summer rain in an Indonesian jungle. Occasionally she is able to dedicate attention to the life around her, namely her long suffering partner Ivor. Her first historical romance novel, The Last Prince of Bali, will be published mid 2014. You can follow her passion for love, death and the oblivion in between at her website, Facebook, Google+ & Twitter.

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2 Responses to “To Love & Honor. ~ Cate Hogan”

  1. Clover Kate says:

    Hilarious! Loved this.

  2. Cate Hogan says:

    Thanks Clover 🙂