Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Kayla at reception and to sign in, Randall headed down the long, vacant corridor toward the row of offices and desks which were located at the rear of the building.
    Randall didn’t even make it to his desk. Hearing his captain bellowing his name out at the top of his lungs, telling him to get his arse into his office pronto, made him curse out loud. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he headed in the direction of the captain’s office. He knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant visit in the least.
    Tapping once on the door, Randall heard the stern command to enter from his captain. Stepping inside the small office and closing the door behind him, Randall took a seat opposite the captain. The grumpy-arse bastard sat behind the beat-to-shit desk he ruled from. Randall could never understand why the grumpy old bugger even bothered to come to work or, hell, even live, for that matter. The captain was such a miserable bastard, but a goddamn good captain. Nothing got past him, that was for sure.
    “Randall, explain to me why your patrol car was spotted towing a”—the captain glanced briefly down at the file on top of his desk—“a blue hatchback three nights ago.”
    “The report I typed up should explain it clear enough for you, captain.”
    “Don’t be smart with me, boy. I’m not in the mood for it. And your report explains shit about towing a vehicle.”
    “Well, I think it explains the situation perfectly, sir.” Randall knew he was pushing the captain’s buttons, but he was in no mood to go toe to toe with the captain. Not today, not ever. Randall crossed his arms over his chest, letting the captain know, in no uncertain terms, he wasn’t planning on explaining himself or his actions from the other night any further.
    Hearing the captain sighing, Randall knew the topic was now closed.
    “I have to tell you, Randall, your actions the other night don’t exactly stand well for you. Not with your suspension from the Bomb Squad. Of which, I remind you, you have three weeks remaining to see out. I have a good mind to stick you on night patrol for the remainder of your suspension.”
    Frustration ate at Randall. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck on the graveyard shift for the next three weeks. Nodding his head, he remained silent as the captain continued on his rant. His ears pricked up when the captain mentioned a possibility of an early recall to the Bomb Squad. Something about one of the new team members being injured last week in the line of duty. Had them down to eight men, one less than the required nine for active rostered field duty.
    Strolling out of the captain’s office ten minutes later, Randall poured himself a cup of coffee in the staff room then headed to his desk. As soon as his ass hit the chair his damn desk phone started ringing. Picking up the receiver, he answered it with a terse “hello.”
    “Ahh, Officer Randall?”
    “Yes, who wants to know?”
    “It’s, umm, Chloe. Chloe Watson. We met unceremoniously the other night.”
    Shit, Chloe. She had called him. “Is everything all right, Chloe?”
    “Yes, everything is fine. I just called to see…Hello? Are you still there, Officer Randall?”
    “Yes, I’m still here, and please call me Randall. Jon Randall.”
    “Oh, okay, sorry.”
    “No need to apologise, you weren’t to know. Now what is it I can do for you as I’m rather busy?”
    “I, umm…never mind. Sorry to bother you.”
    Randall stared at the phone in his hand. She had hung up on him. What the fuck? Hell, he didn’t even know the reason for her call. Sure, he had been stern, even a bastard to her over the phone. He hadn’t meant to. Spending a good twenty minutes with Mr. Grumpy-arse Captain would be enough to put anyone in a foul mood. Still, Randall had no right to take it out on Chloe.
    Pressing the recall button on the phone, he waited as it redialled the number Chloe had called from. Hearing the message, “This phone is either out of range or switched