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

Chloe, along with all their country club gear, from~ the Templetons' Mercedes.
Ian had recently joined the club's under-15 baseball team, so in addition to the
usual swimsuits, snorkels, and towel bags, he had his uniform, bat, spikes,
catcher's protective gear, and mitt stashed in his duffel.
"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Ian said, as he ran madly from the car to the
front door.
"No one's getting in the house without my key," Carrie said pointedly, as she
helped Chloe out of her seat. Within fifteen minutes she had Chloe and Ian
inside eating a predinner snack and watching a movie in the
VCR while she put together a simple dinner for them.
"Carrie, you want to watch the movie with us?" Chloe came into the kitchen to
ask.
"No thanks," Carrie replied, as she poured a jar of pasta sauce into a pan to
heat it. "I'm kind of busy now." "Okay," Chloe answered. "I'm going to wear my
special hat while I watch," she added~ Carrie smiled to herself. Life's pretty
simple when you're four years old. Maybe my day would be a lot less
nerve-wracking if I wore a special hat, too. I'll make a mental note to have a
fashion consultation with Sam.
Carrie left the sauce to simmer, then headed to the answering machine in the
hall to check for messages. The red light on the machine was blinking. She
flicked the play button and took out a pen and paper.
"You have three messages." Beep. "Thursday, one-forty-two P.M.," the mechanical
voice said.
Beep. "Hi, Carrie, it's us," indicated Claudia's voice. "Just wanted you to know
that we'll be in tonight as planned, on the nine o'clock ferry. Did you guys see
Graham on Donahue today? Hope Chloe missed the kiss. Give my love to the kids.
See ya!" Beep. "Three-fifty-six P.M. Hello, this is Zetta Hunter," said a voice
with a thick British accent. "I'm with Rock On magazine in New York. Rock On is
planning a story on the teen children of current pop stars, and I would like
very much to speak with Ian Templeton and perhaps interview him for this story.
Could Ian and one of his parents please ring me up promptly?" She gave a phone
number. "Thank you!" Carrie played the message again and double-checked the
number. Hmmmm. Interesting. I wonder what Graham and Claudia are going to think
about this. - Beep. "Five-fifteen P.M." Just missed this last one, thought
Carrie. "Hi Carrie, it's your mother! How are you, honey! Look, Dad and I were
thinking about taking off a few days and coming up to see you on your island.
Maybe we'll take a day and go to Ogunquit while we're there. We'll be home
tonight after seven-thirty. Give us a call. Love you! Bye." My mother. Wow. They
never take short trips. They go for three weeks on a safari in Africa, or they
go on a trip to the Amazon, or . . . well, this could be fun. I'd really like
Emma and Sam to meet my parents, and Graham and Claudia too. I mean, they're not
bad-for parents. Carrie smiled to herself. Don't I have practically the only
mother in the world who actually approves of my boyfriend even though he has a
pierced ear?
"Hey, Carrie!" Ian's voice cascaded down the stairs and interrupted her train of
thought.
"What?" Carrie responded.
"Did I hear my name on one of those messages? Was it Becky?" he asked hopefully.
"Uh, no, not exactly," Carrie said. Oh hell, she thought to herself. I was going
to keep that message a secret until I could tell Graham and Claudia about it.