Sunday, June 20
Bad Boy Blogfest
Written by: Writer Junkie at 6:33 AM
Thanks to Tina at Sweet Niblets for hosting the Bad Boy Blogfest...
My scene is from one of my early novels with Hunter (who captured my heart and still has a piece of it to this day). He's a bad boy turned cop who is in love with Mariah, though he still believes she is too good for him. This is the first time they've laid eyes on one another in ten years. Mariah is on the phone with her mother when her doorbell rings. Thinking it's her friend, she flings the door open only to find....
Mariah blinked. Once. Twice. A third time, as the phone slipped from her shoulder to clatter on the tile.
“Hunter.” But Hunter Collins continued to stare at her from the opposite side of her glass screen door. Fear surged through her body. Oh, please God, no!
* * *
Hunter saw the flash of fear in her eyes, even through the glass and steel door. Her eyes never wavered from his face, yet they never quit reached his eyes.
“Can we come in?”
As if in a daze, she retrieved the phone from the floor. That alone a testament to her shock of seeing Hunter.
As if the fear in her eyes hadn’t been enough. I mean, honestly, had he done anything to put that fear there?
Fear? No. Betrayal, hurt, pain… hell, even anger, he was guilty of, but fear?
After mumbling quick, hushed tones into the phone she glanced over Hunter’s shoulder, finally seeing his partner Lanie Meyers.
“What do you want?” Her soft voice turning harsh at the end.
“Ms. Sullivan? I’m Homicide Detective Meyers, and this is Detective Collins. May we come in?”
Meyers knew that Hunter and Mariah had a past. What kind of past was a mystery to her, but he understood her desire to state their official names and ranks, though she left out that she was Lead Detective.
The color drained from her face. “H-homicide? Is there something wrong?”
“We’re not sure, ma’am. That’s what we need to talk to you about.”
Mariah opened the door, with one final glare in Hunter’s direction. “Come in. But you’ll have to make it fast. I was on my way out the door.”
The home was exactly how Hunter would imagine Mariah’s home to be. Classy, clean, and comfortable.
The living room furniture was simple. Beige couch with matching love seat took up one corner, flanked by wood end tables on each side. Over-stuffed pillows with beige, red, and gold where positioned on the couch and loveseat. And he’d bet money if he moved on a fraction of an inch it would only take Mariah long enough for his body to move before she straightened it out.
Yet the decorations and knick-knacks gave it a touch of elegance. A large country scenery picture hung behind the couch, the frame trimmed in gold, on either side hung gold candleholders with plain white long-stemmed candles.
Mariah walked to the loveseat. “Please. Set down.” She indicated the couch.
Hunter studied Mariah for several seconds while she offered them something to drink. Both, he and Meyers declined.
Once everyone was seated, Mariah wasted no time in getting to why they were setting in her house.
“What can I do for you?” Mariah directed her question at Meyers.
He understood this was how it was too be. He would be ignored unless he directly spoke. But seeing Mariah again had jumbled his thoughts so much, he needed time to recoup. He thought he’d prepared himself all the way over here. Apparently lying to himself wasn’t exactly a hardship, neither was lying to his partner when she asked repeatedly if he was okay with questioning Ms. Mariah Sullivan before arriving.
“Do you recognize this picture?” Meyers handed the plastic protected photograph.
For the second time in less then five minutes, Hunter watched the color drain from Mariah’s face. “Yes. I know the picture. Why? Where did you get it?”
“Is this a picture that has been in your possession? Or is this a picture, say a friend had?”
“It…” she cleared her throat, the color returning to her cheeks. “It’s one of my pictures. You didn’t answer where you got it.” She returned the picture to Meyers.
“We found it at a crime scene this morning, Ms. Sullivan.”
Her hands fluttered to her neck.
Such a slender, sexy neck –
Hunter forced his thoughts away from that line of thinking and forced himself to get back to business. “Is it possible for someone else to have a copy?”
“I don’t see how. It was in my photo album not more than six weeks ago.”
“Would you mind looking and seeing if it’s still there?”
As soon as she left the room Meyers turned to Hunter. Though she didn’t say a word, he knew that look.
“I was caught off guard. It’s fine.”
“We have some talking to do when we leave here.” Meyers informed him seconds before Mariah walked back in the room.
“I have no doubt in my mind about that.” He knew it was coming, the moment he froze up and got lost in never, never land.
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