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

Ian bounded down the stairs and plopped down on the bottom step. "Well, who was
it?" "It was . . ." Carrie hesitated.
"It was a girl, right?" Ian asked. "I could hear it was a girl. What girl?"
"Right," Carrie admitted. Okay, here goes nothing. He can't do anything about it
without talking to his parents anyway.
"So who was it?" Ian asked impatiently.
"Some girl named Zetta Hunter who's a reporter at Rock On magazine who wants to
interview you for a story," Carrie said, as if she were reciting last week's
grocery list.
Ian looked as if he had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer. Then a huge
grin crossed his face. Carrie couldn't help but grin along with him, he looked
so happy.
"Yeee-ow-za!" Ian screamed. "Rock On magazine! It's the biggest; it's the
coolest; it's the baddest-" "Hold on, Ian," Carrie cautioned him. "Your parents
are going to have to give the okay, and you remember that Rock On story that
Faith O'Connor did about your dad." I don't want this kid to get his hopes up
too high, Carrie thought.
"Oh that," Ian said, a disdainful tone in his voice.
"Yes that," Carrie said. That article last year where Faith did everything but
say that your dad was completely and totally addicted to cocaine.
"Well, that was then, this is now," Ian reasoned. "I'm sure my dad isn't going
to do anything that's going to stand in the way of my career." "Ian-" "Excuse
me, Carrie," Ian interrupted excitedly, "I've got to call the rest of the kids
in the band!" Carrie shrugged her shoulders and went into the kitchen, as Ian
ran for the upstairs telephone. The pasta sauce was cooking nicely, the garlic
bread was ready to bake, and Carrie turned the heat up under a big pot of water.
She sat down at the kitchen table with a magazine just as the phone rang.
"Templeton residence," she said.
"Hi there," came a deep masculine voice.
"Billy!" Carrie cried with delight.
"Yeah, remember me?" he teased. "It seems like forever since I saw you." "I
know," Carrie replied with a sigh. "I miss you." "Right back at ya," Billy said
with a laugh. "So let's do something about it." "Soon," Carrie promised.
"How about real soon and real private?" Billy suggested in his low, musical
voice. "I had a dream about you." Carrie felt a chill of happiness tickle its
way up her spine. 'What did you dream?" she asked softly.
"We were on the beach," Billy began, "and-" Just then Carrie heard the click of
the upstairs extension being picked up.
"Carrie?" said Ian. "I have to use the phone." "I'll be off in a minute," Carrie
said. She was dying to hear the rest of Billy's dream.
"It has to be now!" Ian said. "It's official band business. You know." "Right,"
Carrie agreed with a sigh. "Billy?" "Yep," Billy replied.
"Can you call me later?" Carrie asked.
"Maybe we can plan something for the week end." "You got it," Billy said.
"Later." Carrie hung up and went to the stove to drop the spaghetti noodles into
the rapidly boiling water. But as she stared at the steam what she was seeing
was herself and Billy on the beach, doing what she imagined they had been doing
in his dream.
"Hello, Mom?" Carrie said, when her mother picked up the phone. "It's me!"
The Templeton's dinner was over and Carrie had finally found a moment to call