"Mary Janice Davidson - Thief Of Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)So heтАЩd kept after her, talking to her and asking questions and telling her about himself and when she reminded him he hadnтАЩt slept in twenty hours, he had looked stubborn and shrugged and asked her what her earliest memory was, because his was of his dad chopping onions while onion-tears streamed down his face and ever since then heтАЩd felt kind of funny about onions, they were тАЬthe meanest vegetableтАЭ. Tomatoes were the nicest, so round and sweet and juicy, they wereтАФ She interrupted him, he argued, they bargained. He agreed to sleep for a few hours if she would let him take her to lunch when he woke. To which she agreed, looking forward to the lunch and mad at herself for looking forward to it. He had given her a longing look over his shoulder as he trudged to his solitary bed and sheтАЩd been ridiculously tempted to follow him and undress him and find out if he was as good at other things as he was as kissing. But that was madness, pure and simple and she wasnтАЩt about to open herself up to a citizen, someone who didnтАЩt know the first thing about survival or what she had been through. Someone who would be shocked and horrified at what she did. Someone who would wait around long enough for her to love him, then abandon her once she depended on him. Dr. Jared Dean was the best kisser in the world. And she didnтАЩt intend to find out anything beyond that. ***** It was no use. He couldn't sleep. He pulled his pillow from beneath his head and punched it. It was too hot--hewas too hotтАФand Kara was too close. The more he tried to ignore the fact that The Delectable One was sleeping just a few feet away, the randier he got. It wasn't fair...why couldn't his bodyguard be dull and ugly? Uncomplicated and bow-legged? It's just because you're in a dry spell, he told himself.When was the last time you got horizontal with anybody? The last time you got some nooky, they were still debating whether Gore or Bush had won the election. Right? So just...put her out of your mind. Right. Sure. Piece of cake. Ha! As if in response to his frustration, his door creaked open with ominous slowness. Jared clutched the blanket beneath his chin and stared at the large, menacing silhouette framed in the doorway. He was a fan of horror movies, so he knew he was about to be stalked, chased, then cut in half with a table saw, only to be saved at the last minute so he could appear in the sequel. Abad sequel. "Leave me alone," he said to the approaching silhouette. "Go find Jennifer Love Hewitt." The silhouette stopped short of his bed. His curtains were wide open, and as the moon came out from behind the clouds he saw it was Kara. Her silhouette was menacingly huge because she was wearing an armadillo suit. |
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