Find that word in your WIP

Lint accepted the coat and buried her face in the fluffy fleece lining.

Nose

Lint and Beam went inside, where the smell of savory pork and cabbage mingled in the air.

Everything

Swapped WIPs. The previous one was a novel that had been published then the publisher folded. I had thought to revive it and shop it around, but the folks here pointed out I would have a better chance leading with a new unpublished WIP and the previously published one could be discussed later.

He stayed on his side of the bed, as he had every night since Mary Beth had stopped creeping over the center line to test the waters of his receptivity, and as he had every night since she had moved out of the bedroom to the guest room in those awful months before she left completely and for good.

Creep (or variant)

“If you mean did I think they might buy candy, or toys, yes.”

toys

Kora’s gaze swept the sand pit and the toy spaceships half-buried in it.

pit

A chill wind coming off the mountains—and a decided lack of blankets—necessitated a small fire set at the bottom of the deepest pit Gev could dig with his bare hands.

mountain(s)

“It’s..it’s you know...lerat!” Billie was glad he had turned off his body heat, or else he would be blushing hardcore right now.

(I know that isn't exactly the word and I'm bending the rules a little. Sorry.)

New Word: Glad

“A compulsion, I swear. I am glad for her ineptitude in this instance, however. You are far more valuable this way.”

compulsion

It's been a while so I will put down a new word:

Wrist

From A DEADLY SPILL OF SCARLET

“Ma’am—”
“It’s Queen Watson.”
“Mrs. Watson—”
“Queen.”
“Queen, have you seen black American bulldog?”

Dog

The place smelled like wet dog and large tan feathers were scattered across the creaky floorboards.

Tan

Just as I’d expected, there were certain cliques amongst the seven or eight people at the bar, and, as usual, at least one rude woman—this one scowling at me with her over-processed, fried, blonde hair and fake orange tan.

Butterfly

At the time she hadn’t wanted to admit it (to Jeganna or herself) but there was something about Billie that put butterflies in her stomach and a beat in her heart.

Skip

Standing and sitting around on the cold tile floors were all the cool, class-skipping, rough-around-the-edges girls, smoking.

Paws

“It was a timer spell,” Spot thrashed under Richie’s massive paws. “It’ll get you eventually.”

Time

“I told you last time. I was miserable and needed help. Roger was my best friend. Wouldn’t you run to your best friend if you were in distress?”

friend

Ten minutes later, a total of 7 of us were loaded up in a tiny car, squished like sardines in a can—with Sherry driving, a friend of Jane’s—zipping around Cabo in the dark.

International