"Mary Janice Davidson - Dying For Ice Cream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"You're right. I wouldn't have dared left on my own, but
getting thrown outтАФI suppose I owe you for that, if nothing
else."

"Good," he wheezed. "Help me across the street. You can
buy me a sundae. I'll eat it and you can enjoy it vicariously."

She laughed, the sound startling him and pleasing him at the
same time. "I will, too. But only because I didn't mean to get
you so hard."

"'Get' me?" he groaned. "You racked me like you grew up
with five brothers."

"It was a lucky shot," she admitted cheerfully. "I'm an only
child."

"Great," he grumbled.



Chapter Two

Afterward, he couldn't get the girlтАФYvonneтАФout of his
mind. He should have. He should have forgotten her as
quickly as he'd forgotten poor Langenfeld, stuck in the ER
observation room without his calculator.

In the short few minutes he'd talked to her, he'd pegged her
as vain, snobby, and self-absorbed. Listening to her bitch
while he ate ice cream didn't change his opinion. He hadn't
even wanted the damned ice creamтАФbut she'd acted so nice
after racking him in the privates, and watched so wistfully
while he ate itтАФhe couldn't say no. Now he wished he had.

The good newsтАФthe only good newsтАФwas that he'd beaten
his dad home. So Dad didn't know a) that Austin had been to
the Emergency Room, b) that he was flunking English, or c)
that a girl half his size and weight had him on the floor trying
not to throw up.

So that was all right. Trouble was, if everything was as okay
as it could be, these days, why couldn't he stop thinking about
that redhead? That nutty, spoiled, cute-as-a-button,
obnoxious, gorgeous redhead?

He decided he was getting a fever and took two aspirin, then
waited to be cured. While he was waiting, the phone rang.

"Hello?"