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  Fall for You

  By

  Angela Verdenius

  (Gully’s Fall series bk 2)

  (BBW Romance)

  Copyright 2014 Angela Verdenius

  Cover images courtesy of © Artjazz | Dreamstime.com

  Cover by Angela Verdenius

  ebook Edition License Notes

  No part of this book may be reproduced, resold, copied or given away in any form without prior consent of the author & publisher.

  All characters and towns are figments of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any person living or deceased.

  Table of Contents

  Glossary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Bio

  Other Books by this Author

  Glossary

  I found that some overseas readers were having difficulty with the Australian slang, so I thought a list of the slang I’ve used will help while reading the following story. If I’ve forgotten any, I do apologise! Also, you’ll find some of our Aussie words have different spelling to the US. Interestingly enough, as I’ve grown (gracefully) older, I find a lot of our slang is bypassing the younger generation, so if a young Aussie says they have never heard a certain word, don’t be surprised! But trust me, I’ve used these words all my life growing up, and so have a lot of my family and friends. Does that make me an older Aussie? Heck yes! LOL

  Cheers,

  Angela

  Australian Terms/Slang

  Ambos - ambulance officers

  Arvo - afternoon

  Barbie - BBQ

  Beaut - beautiful, awesome, great, wonderful

  Bewdy - as in ‘awesome, great’

  Biccies - biscuits. The same as cookies

  Bikie - biker, person who rides motorcycles.

  Bloke/s - man/men

  Bloody - a swear word ‘no bloody good’, in place of ‘no damned good’

  Boofhead - idiot, simpleton, etc. It’s an insult, though sometimes we use it as a term of affection. It depends on how it is said and meant.

  Boot (of a car) - trunk

  Brown nose - currying favour, sucking up. Has a cruder description, but let’s not go into that here. Means the same thing!

  Budgie smugglers - men’s bathers, small, brief and tight-fitting

  Buggered - many Aussie use it as a slang word for ‘broken’ (it’s buggered), ‘tired (I’m buggered), and ‘no way’ (I’m buggered if I’m going to do that). Just some examples

  Bung/Bunging - as in ‘bunging onto something’, putting on something (bung veggies on a plate, putting veggies on a plate), usually in a careless or ‘easy’ manner.

  Cark/carked - die, died.

  Chemist - pharmacy

  Chips - in Australia we have cold crunchy chips form a packet, or hot chips known in some countries as French Fries

  Crack a tinnie - open a can (of beer)

  Crash cart - resuscitation trolley in a hospital or medical setting - used for life threatening situations such as cardiac arrest

  Dander – temper

  Dill - silly, idiot

  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. Also another meaning is a place people sometimes sleep in, such as ‘dongers’ on mine sites.

  Dunny - toilet. When used in the terms ‘built like a brick dunny’, it refers to something built solid, unmoveable.

  Firies - fire fighters

  Flog -steal

  Garbo/s - the person/s who drive and/or load garbage onto the garbage truck.

  Gee-gees - horses

  Giggle-box - TV, television

  Got his/her/their goat – annoyed him/her/them

  Hoon/s - person/people who indulge in antisocial behaviour. Great explanation in Wikipedia

  Iced coffee/chocolate - a milk drink flavoured with chocolate or coffee

  Jumper - sweater

  Local rag - local newspaper

  Lolly - sweetie, candy

  Loo - toilet

  Lug - face

  Milo - chocolate malt drink. Can have it hot or cold. Yummy!

  Moosh - slang for face/mouth

  Mobile phone - cell phone

  Mozzie - mosquito

  Mug - face. Also a cup (just to really confuse you )

  NAD - No Abnormalities Detected

  Nong - idiot

  Nooky - sex

  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.

  Panadol - paracetamol, similar to Tylenol in the US

  Pav/s - Pavlova/Pavlovas - best dessert ever!

  PCYC - Police and Citizens Youth Club

  Pedal Pushers - three quarter pants/knickerbockers

  Porking - having sex

  Primapore - sticky patch with a pad in it, a medical dressing

  Pub – hotel

  ‘Pulling your leg’ - to tease someone, have fun at their expense

  Quack – derogatory term for a doctor

  RAC - Royal Automobile Club of Western Australia. Covers insurance, holidays, loans, etc

  Red backs - poisonous spider, black in colour with a red stripe on its back.

  Rotty – Rottweiler breed of dog.

  Rubbers – condoms

  Sack - bed - as ‘in the sack’ meaning ‘in bed’

  Servo - service station

  Shag - sex

  Sheila – female

  Slab – carton of beer.

  Snaggers - sausages

  Smoko - morning tea and afternoon tea break

  Soft drink - soda, fizzy drink

  Spuds - potatoes

  Stiffy - erection, boner

  Tea - some people call the evening meal dinner. In my family, we’ve always called it tea, as in breaky, dinner and tea, or breaky, lunch and tea.

  Thongs - worn on the feet, same as ‘flip flops’

  Tickled pink - delighted

  Tim Tams - a brand of Arnott’s Biscuits. Yummy!

  TLC - Tender Loving Care

  Toastie - toasted sandwich

  Togs - bathers, swim suit

  Torch - flashlight

  Toot - toilet

  Tucker – food

  Twat - female genitalia

  Twistie – a brand of cheese-flavoured snack food – very yummy!

  Ute - small truck

  Vegemite - most Aussies find this spread yummy, many non-Aussies find it too salty. Here’s the hint - if you ever have Vegemite, use it spread thinly, never thickly!

  Wacky baccy - marijuana

  Wanger - penis

  Waterworks - crying

  Whopper - a lie

  Yamaha & Suzuki - ‘brands’ of motorcycles.

  ‘Yanking your chain’ - teasing

  You wally - silly

  Chapter 1

  It was three o’clock in the morning and everyone should have been in bed except for the nightshift workers. Certainly no one should have been at Gully’s Fall Boarding House, not at three in the morning.

  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. “I’m going in for a look.”
/>   “Roger that,” Phil’s voice replied from the cop station. “I’ll be waiting.”

  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? Unusual in Gully’s Fall where everyone knew everyone, but he’d lived and trained in the city so even though it would have made him wince, seeing as how he knew most of the kids in town, he was prepared for anything.

  He wasn’t prepared for the sight that met his eyes when he strode quietly around the back of the house and trained his torch light on a very generous bottom sticking out of the kitchen window, a pair of legs flaying around accompanied by a whole lot of cursing.

  “Oh for - damn it all to hell and back! Of all the stinking, useless, unlucky - crap!”

  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.

  It was some 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.

  Seeing as his intruder wasn’t going anywhere, Kirk turned his attention to ensuring that no one else was waiting to pounce on him. 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.

  As funny as the sight was, it was time to sort out the reason and the intruder’s identity.

  Going up the steps, he crossed to the side of the woman and shone the torch light through the window, but the curtains covered the top half of her so he couldn’t see anything else but a wildly waving curtain.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked loudly.

  The figure froze, silence falling.

  “Ma’am, what are you doing?”

  “What am I…? What does it look like? I’m stuck!”

  “I can see that. That’s not what I’m asking.” He eyed the bottom that started wriggling.

  Hmmm, nice arse. He did like a generous handful of arse. Unfortunately, this generous arse was attached to an intruder.

  “Who the hell are you?” she demanded.

  “Police.” When there was dead silence again, he added, “Officer Morrison.”

  “Police?”

  “Police.”

  “Oh, thank God!”

  Kirk’s eyebrows rose again. “Odd thing for an intruder to say.”

  “Intruder? Intruder?” The woman’s voice was outraged. “I’m not an intruder!”

  “You’re stuck in a window. Intruders generally go through windows or pick locks. Lawful people usually carry keys.”

  “Look, Officer, I lost the keys, all right? I tried to get in through the window and now I’m stuck.”

  “I see that.” Boy, did he see it. He couldn’t help but grin.

  There was a pause, then, “Are you laughing?”

  “No, ma’am, I’m not. I don’t laugh much at breaking and entering.”

  “I am not breaking and - look, just get me out of here. Please?”

  “That was my plan.”

  “Well I’m glad you’ve got a plan, Officer,” she said sarcastically. “I admire a man who thinks on his feet.”

  Shaking his head, Kirk slid his hand between the woman’s back and the window frame and lifted. 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.

  The woman staggered back, slipping on the mat and almost falling.

  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. One, because he felt the full warmth of all those soft curves against him and boy, she smelled good, the scent of strawberries coming from the vicinity of her hair well below his chin, and two because he couldn’t see a damned thing in the dark and if she got free he might actually lose her.

  “Don’t move.” His fingers tightened on her upper arm.

  “Geez, chill, Morrison. I’m not moving.”

  He started forward carefully, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness but not enough to find the torch. However, he knew the layout of Julia’s kitchen, he’d been there often enough over the last six years.

  “You’re moving,” the woman pointed out.

  “Yes.”

  “That means I’m moving.”

  “I’m not letting you go.”

  “You just told me not to move.” There was a touch of humour in the light tone.

  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? If he wasn’t careful he’d get done for sexual assault, if she was inclined to think that way.

  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.

  Damn shame she was a felon.

  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.

  Nope, he was sure he’d remember that pretty face anywhere. 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.

  Even weirder, when his gaze lifted back to her face it was to find her grinning widely at him.

  Grabbing his hand, she shook it cheerfully. “Thank you so much for rescuing me.”

  Wait. What? His jaw actually dropped.

  Still pumping his hand, she continued, “I lost my keys, tried to get in - because, you know, it’s early in the morning and everyone is asleep, geez, I couldn’t walk in the dark or anything to Scott’s place, could I? - and the bloody window fell on me before I could wriggle through. I’m telling you,” she added earnestly, “someone needs to seriously look at locking windows properly.”

  Unbelievable. Retrieving his hand from her smaller one, Kirk began, “Look, I don’t know who you are-”

  “Molly. Molly Travers.” She smiled. “Julia’s niece.”

  Hi
s eyebrows shot up. “Julia’s niece. You’re Molly?”

  “I am.”

  “You’re not expected until Friday.”

  “Got here a little early.”

  Well. He studied her. Big relief if this was true. “I need to see some identification.”

  “Sure.” Turning, she walked to the door and through into the hall.

  Kirk followed closely, still not quite ready to believe her until he saw her identity confirmed.

  “I must say,” opening the front door, she snapped the outside light on before stepping out onto the veranda, “it’s nice to see that the local cops are eagle-eyed.”

  “For intruders?” he asked dryly.

  “Makes one feel all safe and secure.”

  “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. “My driver’s license, Officer Morrison.”

  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.

  “Okay.” He handed her back the driver’s license, relaxing. “Mrs Preston said you’d be arriving the day after tomorrow.”

  “Like I said, got here early.” She slid the driver’s license into the wallet and dropped it into the handbag. “Not a problem, is it?”

  Really? 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.”

  “Good to know.” She practically beamed at him. “Would you like a cuppa, Morrison?”

  “Uh - no. I need to go back on patrol.”

  “Catch intruders?” She winked. “Good plan. Such dedication should be rewarded.”

  “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Kirk spotted the three suitcases sitting behind the table. No wonder he hadn’t seen them when he’d swept the torch light over the veranda. Careless, could have been anyone crouched there instead of suitcases. “Yours?”