nineteen
Sheriff’s Department
Monday
8:00 a.m.
“b****y hell, Killian,” Liam snapped. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Who cares?” Killian groused. “I need help.”
Liam sighed, “What is it now? Hmm, let me see. Is it which kitten food, or perhaps which color toy balls to buy?
“Those were important questions,” Killian mumbled. “But no, this is about Emma.”
Liam’s voice sobered, “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” Killian imparted. “I just need to know how to ask her out.”
Liam’s laughter was so loud, Killian found he had to hold the phone away from his ear.
“b****y hell, Liam, this is important.” His tone softened, “Possibly the most important thing I’ve ever done.”
“You figured out how to be her friend,” Liam reminded him. “I’m sure you’ll know what to say to ask her out.”
“But,” Killia
