Excerpt from SNOWDROPS IN SUMMER

A large grey stone building loomed in front of them. Black railings surrounded it, the entrance gained through a scuffed oak door via a small flight of well-trodden concrete steps. A large sign hung high above, POLICE HEADQUARTERS emblazoned in gold against a black background.

“Look, I’ll catch you later when I’ve heard from Angelica,” promised Lisa, her hand already on the tarnished brass handle. “And … Claire?”

She turned. Large hazel eyes gazed back. Lisa once again marvelled at how the tints of green merged into dappled shades of caramel along with earthy shades of rich brown. And their expression—always so open and trusting.

“I’ll try and have a chat with your lad, maybe get him to see sense?”

Claire’s smile was brilliant in its intensity. “Oh, that would be great, Lisa! And maybe Angelica could talk to him as well, if you think she wouldn’t mind.” Her voice was husky with emotion.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t,” laughed Lisa, knowing how Angelica hated kids. “See you later.”

Lisa sighed and followed the tracks of her friend as she ambled down the road. She wished she could help her. But a gut instinct warned her it was too late.

Lisa arrived at the large desk where the duty sergeant slouched in his chair, his dark-trousered legs crossed, black boots gleaming, eyes closed.

“Hi, Pete,” shouted Lisa, thudding the desk with her hand.

The burly man almost fell off his chair. “Heck, you nearly gave me a flaming heart attack,” he moaned. His huge eyebrows bobbed up and down like caterpillars undulating across his pale forehead.

“Well, wake up then. You’re overpaid if that’s all you’ve got to do,” teased Lisa. She knew how it wound him up.

“Oi, less of your lip,” he growled, but his pale blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “I’d like to see you do my job.”

“Yeah, and I’d like to see you do mine,” countered Lisa, her eyes dropping to his large belly straining against the buttons of his top. “You might shift a bit of that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with something to grab hold of,” he laughed good-naturedly, enjoying the banter.

“Whatever,” said Lisa, already walking away towards the cleaner’s cupboard.
 
She stooped down to empty his bin, raising a brow at the amount of sweet wrappers. She held back a smile as he shuffled a pile of papers. Moving to the adjacent desk, Lisa rubbed in soft beeswax, crinkling her nose at the scent filling the room.
 
Moving on, she continued down the corridor, disappearing into various rooms. The chores were tedious, but the job was easy and paid the bills.
 
The sweat trickled down her chest in rivulets as Lisa leaned over the large desk in the empty room. Her hand swept in circular motions over the grained mahogany surface. She was so engrossed, she failed to hear the door open and close with a gentle click.

A pair of arms snaked round her waist, pulling her backwards.

“What on earth …!” she shouted before spinning round and finding herself staring into the depths of Niall’s fathomless eyes, smouldering in their intensity.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. His dark head dipped to nuzzle her neck, just the spot where it dipped to her shoulder.