"Mary Janice Davidson - Thief Of Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

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The next morning, Jared and Kara managed to get up, refresh themselves, have a pleasant conversation,
and leave together without actually making eye contact.

Jared crept around the apartment feeling guilty, and nearly screamed when he opened the fridge and saw
the jar of pickles on the second shelf.

For her part, Kara was mortified. She prayed Jared couldn't read her expression. She didn't like pain,
she hadnever liked pain, so what was with that dream? In real life, if Jared ever tried such a thing, she'd
break his arm in two places.

Right?



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After driving downtown to find a restaurant, they'd parked the car and walked, enjoying the
unseasonably warm weather. Indian summer had been going on for more than a month.Chicago in
October , Kara mused.You gotta love it .

Jared stopped in his tracks so suddenly, she went two steps past him before realizing he wasnтАЩt walking.
тАЬYou want to eat here?тАЭ

Surprised, Kara turned to look at him. тАЬYou said I could choose. If you donтАЩt like sushi, they have other
things. You can have a steak, orтАФтАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs not that.тАЭ

The man looked decidedly nervous; she wondered what was up. Jared seemed singularly unconcerned
about his life being in danger, but ill at ease when confronted with the prospect of a Japanese restaurant.

тАЬWhatтАЩs wrong?тАЭ

He was looking through the front window, shading his eyes and squinting. тАЬItтАЩs okay,тАЭ he said at last. тАЬI
donтАЩt think heтАЩs working right now. We can go in.тАЭ

He pulled open the door toIsh , a trendy sushi restaurant with a terrible name and astonishing food. He
held the door for her and, with a wary look inside, she went in. The interior, like every Japanese
restaurant she had ever been in, was understated and completely different from the outside. The building
housing this restaurant was gray cement, the entrance to the restaurant shaded with a dirty green awning.
Inside, however, the carpet was pearl gray and immaculate, plain ink prints decorated the walls, the
tables were low and the wood had been rubbed to a mellow glow. Muted music tinkled over the
speakers, waitresses wearing beautiful kimonos shuffled quietly to and fro and the air smelled of soup and