The office had a musty smell. Four filing cabinets lined the side of the office with no windows, a large multi angled desk seemed to take up the rest of the space. Three computers sat spaced across the desk, stacks of folders and papers covered the rest of it. Kallie knew it was the same color as the hard wood floor only because of the ornate carved legs. No pictures on the walls, only the window with a view of the city lights below.
A guy not much older than Kallie stood by the table. He had one leg on the edge and was tying a grey sneaker. He wore baggy jeans, a sleeveless blue zip up jacket over a black tank top. Easy to see he worked out by the muscles covering his bare arms and cut shoulders. Short cropped dirty blond hair with a scruff of a five o'clock shadow which gave him a sexy rough boy kind of look.
He lifted his foot of the table and turned to smile at Kallie, his grey-blue eyes making her lose all train of thought. She'd pretty much forgotten everything when she noticed him, but those eyes distracted her brain all over again. Something in the back of her mind flickered but she fail to chase after the thought all about it when he spoke.
"Hi." He seemed amused by her staring.
"Ha-Hello." She forced herself to look away and pretended to concentrate on the desk. "I've got a meeting with Detective Steel." Maybe he was the detective's intern. Wouldn't that be awesome.
"Liam. Just Liam or Detective Liam."
"Okay. Is that what he prefers to be called?"
Cute boy smiled again. "He does."
Kallie slipped her backpack off and set it on the other end of the table. "I'm Kallie." She pulled out a notebook and the camera. "I'm supposed to interview Detective St-Liam. Is he here? Does he know I was coming?"
"He is. And he does." The silly grin appeared again. "How old are you, Kallie?"
"Nineteen."
"You just started college this year?"
"Yeah." She flipped her notepad open to the page she had written a list of questions on. She stared at the questions, trying to focus on them and not the million of questions she was wondering about the good looking stranger in front of her. "Are you still in school?"
"Me?" He crossed his arms and leaned his bum against the table. Taunt muscles rippled without trying on his upper body. "I graduated high school at fifteen. Crazy, I know. I enrolled in the police academy that summer and joined the RCMP two years ago." He pressed his lips together and forced air out of his nose. "Kinda found my way up the ranks."
"Wow, how old are you?" She was willing to bet his story was way more interesting than Detective Steels.
"Nine-sorry, I'm twenty-one" He swallowed and paused, then glanced down at her hands. "Do you need to write any of this down?"
"Uh, no. I'm good." Twenty-one? He hardly looked older than she did. Kallie straightened suddenly, her notepad slipping from her hands. It dropped to the floor with a resounding slap. "Wait a minute...You're Detective Liam?"
Chapter 3.
"Just Liam's fine." He grinned. "Detective sounds so old."
Kallie couldn't stop staring. No news paper or internet article had bothered to mention the new RCMP on a hot streak was freakin' hot. She shifted her weight and her left flip flop brushed against something thick on the floor. Her notepad. She quickly bent to retrieve it. "I'm so sorry." Her face burned. She cursed inside her head for her body's lack of control, for its inability to hide things she didn't want others to see.
"Don't apologize. I should have introduced myself."
... I hope you enjoyed the excerpt to Courage Runs Read. You can find the rest of Courage Runs Red on all online book retailers (the entire book will also be added to the series at a later date). Thanks for reading! W.J. May Biography.
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So now she writes. She lives. She breathes. She writes Fantasy, YA, New Adult, or whatever float her bats when the need arises. She lives for her family hubby and three adorable kids. She breathes this blessed world (though slightly polluted) in as much as she can, savouring all its loads of sparkles in the sunshine and not daring to waste a minute.
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