Detective Liam Niles: The Last Crusade by BONITA HIGHLEY - HTML preview

On the other side of the garden. Liam sitting next to his Father.

Sir William, in contemplation.

Liam, seeing his father in quiet mode of thinking. “ Rough night Father?”

Sir William, in his broken focus. “Liam. Something baffling happened last night between me and Mariam. Very fickle, my woman. I came to her in her moment of need as women have us men do, but just after our sudden kiss with each other, just when we were about to lay together in a most promising heated position of, well, you know, about to go in for the goal. She then told me to go back to my bed, followed by a pillow nearly hitting me face? Yes, ok. So we did accidentally bang our noses together right after that whooper of our first kiss. But a gentleman as I am, I did just so. Went back to my bed, on the floor.”

Liam smiling ear to ear with a very wide dimpled face, he chuckled. “Well done Father! Very Well Done Sir William! I think that deserves your Niles Coat of Armor banner to be displayed on your bedroom in your proof of your gallantry.”

Father, cross with him. “Liam William Niles. Son, I didn’t come here to confess to you of my thwarted endeaver, just to have you make light of an important issue regarding my lovelife between me and your mother.” He sat back in his chair disgruntled. “I DO WISH you would just give me the goods on advice being a younger man, on how to become the man of my woman’s dream, for bloody sake!”

Liam, dimmed his grin. “ My tauna sometimes has her Irish temper flare ups. At times of our rawls, we challenge each other of certain issues. They’re well intentioned. But when it comes to competing our wits with each other, its always been the same everytime. As we both get closer trying to outwit each other with conclusion of who’s right or wrong, we just can’t help it, before we know it, we are mercilessly at each other again. Shagging it out with each other….and most of the time, in literal sense, I’m always the top winner. I sometimes think it actually betters in our lovelife.”

Sir William, giving him a strange off stare. “So, where’s my advice?

Liam, leaning forward In his chair. “ Father. Do Try the tender approach.”