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By Angela Verdenius. Amusing - yes, expected - no, exasperating - definitely. He was quietly, intensely alpha, and that made him off-limits.
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Does that make me an older Aussie? Heck yes! Boofhead - idiot, simpleton, etc. It depends on how it is said and meant. Brown nose - currying favour, sucking up.
Means the same thing! Just some examples. Chips - in Australia we have cold crunchy chips form a packet, or hot chips known in some countries as French Fries. Crash cart - resuscitation trolley in a hospital or medical setting - used for life threatening situations such as cardiac arrest. Doona - like a padded quilt that fits inside a cover and lies on the bed.
Can have the warmth of two, three or four blankets, etc. Donger - penis. Dunny - toilet. Great explanation in Wikipedia. Paddy wagon - four wheel drive police vehicle carries four police in the double cab and has a filled-in imprisonment section in the back to place prisoners. Covers insurance, holidays, loans, etc. Tea - some people call the evening meal dinner. Vegemite - most Aussies find this spread yummy, many non-Aussies find it too salty. But there was according to the report that had come into the police station, courtesy of a neighbour seeing a torchlight flashing around before disappearing behind the big old boarding house.
Kirk turned into the driveway of the boarding house, the lights of the patrol car sweeping over the front of the house. Pulling up in front of it, he thumbed the radio on his shoulder. Swinging out of the cop car, Kirk switched on the torch and held it up to his shoulder. The light from the cop car lit up the front, but the sides and back were dark, who knew what awaited him.
The Dawson brothers doing a little B and E maybe, upping their resume to something a little more higher than just drinking and fighting? Kids up to mischief? His eyebrows shot up. Okay, he knew he should have called this in to Phil, but he just had to stand there for several seconds taking in the sight. Training the torch light on that bottom, he grinned a little. A pair of lilac-coloured slacks on rounded legs and medium-heeled white Mary Janes on a pair of flailing feet. The owner of the slacks, legs and Mary Janes was stuck in the window and not just because her bottom was generous.
The window had slipped down and neatly pinned her right in the small of her back, effectively trapping her. A quick but careful check around revealed no one else lurking, so he returned to his previous position at the bottom of the veranda, torch light trained on that figure still wriggling and cursing. Hmmm, nice arse. He did like a generous handful of arse. Unfortunately, this generous arse was attached to an intruder. Intruders generally go through windows or pick locks.
Lawful people usually carry keys. Look, Officer, I lost the keys, all right? I admire a man who thinks on his feet. The window jolted, whatever had caught it let go, and it slid smoothly upwards. The woman flailed around, cursing, before bracing her hands on the frame and with a sudden lurch disappearing into the kitchen.
There was a muffled thump, another curse and then silence. Stay right there! With no intention of losing the intruder, Kirk moved fast, climbing through the window and jumping off the sink to land almost on top of her.
Instinctively, he grabbed hold of her, his hand curling around her upper arm and jerking her forward. She stumbled and fell into him, knocking him back against the sink, the torch flying from his hand to land on the floor and go out. Now it was his turn to curse. He started forward carefully, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness but not enough to find the torch.
She might find their situation funny, Kirk not so much. He pulled her along with him and she followed without struggling. Reaching the wall, he slid his hand along it. The woman was close beside him, something soft and definitely rounded pressing against his arm as they moved.
Cripes, was that her breast? His hand slid across the light switch and he flicked it on, light flaring through the kitchen.
Blinking as his eyes adjusted, Kirk turned to look down at his intruder. She stood close to him, very close. And yes indeed, she had a pair of magnificent breasts that were pressed against his chest, thanks to their position facing each other. Taking her other arm, he firmly shifted her back. The sensation of those breasts might be burning a hole in his shirt front but a felon was not for him.
Frowning at his thoughts, Kirk forced his attention back to her being an intruder. He cast his gaze over her face, trying to see if he recognised her from any mug shots. Big green eyes, pert little nose, apple cheeks, full pink lips and a sweetly curved chin with a decided stubbornness about it. A mass of shiny brown hair shot with gold lights tumbled around her shoulders in disarray.
His eyes slid lower. Magnificent breasts pressed against a thin, flower-printed blouse that dipped in at the waist to flare out over generous hips. A pair of lilac slacks. White Mary Jane shoes on her feet. This did not look like a B and E intruder, but one never knew. Yet his gut feeling said this was all wrong. However there she stood, found by him hanging out of a window of a house definitely not hers. This was one for the books on unexpected happenings. Secure as in pinned down by a window frame?
He watched her go to a table in the dark corner and pick up a small shoulder bag. Ha ha. And a sense of humour to boot. Pulling out a wallet, she withdrew a small card and held it out to him. No doubt about it, the laughing woman in the photo was the same as the woman standing before him with twinkling eyes and a huge smile on her face. Definitely Molly Travers.
Like I said, got here early. Not a problem, is it? He eyed her. Three in the morning, sneaking into a house and getting trapped by a window before the local cop arrived with every intention of arresting her? Oh no, no problem. Kirk spotted the three suitcases sitting behind the table. Careless, could have been anyone crouched there instead of suitcases. I came on the midnight bus. Slinging the shoulder bag over her shoulder, she picked up one of the suitcases. Well, Morrison, come on back in.
She led the way directly to one of the bedrooms on the right, pushing the door open and walking in to drop the suitcase and shoulder bag on the floor. Placing the suitcases down, Kirk straightened. Sorry about the suspicion, Ms Travers-. Oh boy, cute and a smart arse to boot.
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