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

"Wait!"

She waited.

"Um. . . I'm a little slow today, but. . . what's the alternative?
To taking care of yourself, I mean?"

She glared at him again. "Go away."

"Listen, if it's dangerous for you to have sugar, then don't eat
the stuff!" he said, exasperated.

"I told you," she ground out, "I'm not putting up with it."

He leaned across the table, spearing her with his gaze.
"PutтАФthe spoonтАФdown," he said. "And no one gets hurt.
Look, we can talk about this. What do you want? Money? A
getaway car? There's no need to take a hostage. Especially
when it's your own body."

She had started to smile at him, then looked outraged. "Don't
make fun of me!"

"I'm not," he assured her. "I'm trying like hell to lighten the
mood. I. . . don't!"

She brought the spoon to her mouth again. He knocked it out
of her hand, startling both of them. She obviously hadn't
expected that. And he hadn't been sure he was doing it until
his hand was in motion.

"Jeez, I'm really sorry," he said contritely, wondering if he
was going to burst into flames from the power of her glare. "I
don't know what came over me."

"Go away." Her teeth were gritted so tightly, he could barely
make out the words.

"I want to go away," he mourned. "I even tried. But I can't."

Defiantly, she grabbed the bowl and lifted it to her mouth.
Austin sprang into action. He couldn't save Langenfeld, the
poor geek. . . he would save her!

With that thought in mind, he jumped at her, knocking her to
the floor. The ice cream bowl crashed about four inches from
his head and splattered everywhere. The girl let out a shriek
and belted him with a small fist that felt like a rock. Pain
exploded above his left eyebrow.