Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Meet Ross Sutherland

Ever meet someone who makes you so angry but then says something and you feel your anger melt? Well, meet Ross Sutherland. 

"I don’t understand,” I said. “Did you know who I was?”

“Not at first,” he answered. “When I first approached you, I saw a woman in need. Then, when you introduced yourself, I knew. I make it a point to read the books of everyone who comes here.”

“You read my book?” I asked surprised.

“Cover to cover, Ms. Thompson,” he replied in a low seductive voice. “In two days, by the way. And I think you’re wrong. There’s plenty of material there for a second one. So why have you really stopped writing?” 

I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t help getting angry at him. First he lied to me, then he let me embarrass myself in front of his friends by telling them about the book, and then he waltzes in, takes my breath away and expects me to lay out my life story? Uh uh, nope, sorry buddy. You may look gorgeous – holy crap he was wearing a kilt – eyes up, Nikki, I thought, but you aren’t going to railroad me into telling you all about Daren

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I said harshly.

“No, you’re right,” he answered throwing me off course. Then the man had the audacity to shrug and walk away. 

“Hey!” I yelled at him. He stopped and turned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was intrigued by you, Ms. Thompson,” Ross said. “And I wanted to give you a reason to be intrigued by me.”

Silent Whispers 

Copyright M. Katherine Clark 2015 

Subject to change