"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 013 - Sunset Deceptions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

Sunset 13 - Sunset DeceptionsSunset 13 - Sunset Deceptions - Bennett, Cherie.
ONE
"Sam, help me!!!" Carrie mock-screamed into the telephone, as she surveyed
the scene in the Templeton's kitchen. From behind her came the voices of
four-year-old Chloe and thirteen-year-old Ian, mid-fight.
"Down girl, down!" Samantha Bridges's voice came through loud and clear. "Calm
yourself, girlfriend." "You stink!" Chloe yelled at her big brother, who in
response opened his mouth to show her some half-eaten corn flakes.
Carrie turned away and looked at the wall clock. Nine in the morning. How can it
only be nine in the morning? she thought. It feels like I've been awake for
hours.
"Sam, remember what I said about how I loved children, and how I hope to have
four or five of my own if I get married?" Carrie asked plaintively, ignoring the
ruckus at the table behind her. "I take it all back." "I knew you'd wise up
eventually," Sam said with a laugh. "To what do we owe this revelation, you
nineteen-year-old child-hater?" "Give me back my troll doll!" Chloe was
screaming. Ian was holding Chloe's troll by its green hair and swinging it above
her head.
"Just that-hold on a sec," Carrie said. She turned her attention to the
breakfast table. "Ian, give Chloe her troll!" she chided Ian Templeton, keeping
an eye on him for safety's sake. "Sam? You still there?" "Would I desert you in
your hour of need?" Sam joked.
"Yuck," Carrie said. "Ian just dumped something yellow into Chloe's milk-I don't
even want to know what it is." "So, be careful when you do the dishes," Sam
snorted. "Isn't being an au pair great?" "Right now I'd rather be sweeping up
behind the horses in the Thanksgiving Day parade," Carrie replied ruefu1ly.
"Look, just wanted to remind you that Graham's on Phil Donahue's show this
morning. You want to come over and watch with us?" "Sure thing," Sam replied.
"The monsters have a tennis lesson this morning, so I'm free until noon." Sam
was referring to the fourteen-year-old Jacobs twins, Allie and Becky, whom she
called the monsters because of their often atrocious behavior.
"Great," Carrie said. "Don't bother knocking. You'll find us in the family
room." "Where you'll have both the kids bound and gagged in the middle of the
floor?" Sam joked.
Carrie laughed. "I wish," she said. "So, I'll see you later." She hung up and
went back to the kitchen table.
"I'm not drinking my milk," Chloe said, as Carrie sat down with them. "There's
yellow stuff in it." She pointed at her glass with one grubby finger.
"Fine," Carrie said. "Just eat your eggs." "Okay," Chloe said gratefully. "Is my
daddy really going to be on television this morning?" Ian spoke up. "Yup," he
said, "on Donahue.
It should be really good. Maybe Dad'!! mention my band." Fat chance, Carrie
thought to herself. Phil Donahue is interviewing your father because he's Graham
Perry, world-famous rock star, not because he's Graham Perry, father of Ian
Templeton, lead singer of the pre-pubescent industrial-rock group Lord Whitehead
and the Zit People, whose music sounds like a chain saw trying to cut through
the Empire State Building! "I wish Mommy and Daddy would come home," Chloe said
wistfully. "They come back tonight, right Carrie?" "You got it," Carrie said.
And not a moment too soon, she added to herself. Graham and his wife Claudia had
been in New York for the last three days on music industry business-something