Under Parr by Andrea Bramhall

Author:Andrea Bramhall [Bramhall, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lesbian fiction
Publisher: Ylva Publishing
Published: 2017-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

There was one thing Kate hated about the beach. Sand. And there was nowhere she hated it more than in her shoes. Today was no exception. The short walk from the beach car park to the clubhouse entrance had plagued her with her nemesis.

Gareth pushed the buzzer while she hopped on one leg and tried to get the bloody stuff to shift to at least a comfortable temporary location within her shoe. But it was more stubborn than she had time for.

The door swung open while Gareth was laughing at her, and they were greeted by a short, wizened woman, with a slightly humped back, a crooked smile, and a windswept hairdo that reminded Kate of Doc Brown in Back to the Future. It wasn’t a good look.

“Good morning. We’d like to see Mr Spink, please.”

“And who might you be?” she asked.

“I’m Detective Sergeant Kate Brannon, and this is Detective Constable Gareth Collier.”

“I’ll see if he’s available.” She opened the door wide enough to admit them into the hallway. “I won’t be long.” She disappeared down the corridor, leaving them standing in the dark wood-panelled hall.

“Well this is…” Gareth paused as he searched for the right word to describe the decor.

“Testosterone-fuelled decor at its finest?” Kate sniggered.

Gareth chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Not your style, Gazza?”

He scowled playfully at her. “No. I’m a metrosexual kinda guy.” He held his hands out. “Can’t you tell?”

Kate looked him up and down. He was certainly a modern bloke. His suit was sharp, well-fitted, and not cheap. That was for sure. It showed off his broad shoulders and trim waist, and hinted at the muscular physique she knew was underneath. His hair, as always, was gelled back neatly, parted to the left, but made no attempt to hide the pronounced widow’s peak in the centre. If anything, he styled his hair to show it off. It seemed to enhance the symmetry of his face, the deep set of his blue eyes, the straight nose, and the wide, full lips. His strong, square, clean-shaven jaw completed the picture of a very good looking guy. And one who knew how to make the best of what he had.

“Is that what they’re calling those manicures you get these days?”

He dropped his arms to his side. “Very funny.”

“I thought so.” She winked. Just to be sure he knew she was messing with him. She didn’t fancy dealing with one of the tantrums she’d seen him throw at Tom’s offhand comments.

“Mr Spink says he has a few minutes for you,” the woman said from behind them.

“Thank you.” Kate followed her down the hall and up a flight of stairs. “Is he not in his office?”

“No, he’s upstairs overseeing the remodelling of the restaurant.”

“Ah.”

The upstairs was as different as you could get to the man-cave downstairs. Light filled the room from the huge expanse of windows all around them. The pale grey-green walls seemed to soak it up and reflect it back with a pearlescent sheen. There were men on scaffolds

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