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

It was a relief to be relaxed with Kara. He could look into her blue eyes without fantasizing about
knocking their Fiesta burgers to the floor and taking her on the table while the waitress gaped and asked
if they wanted anything else to drink. They could have a normal conversation. Well, as normal a
conversation about her cracking the hospitalтАЩs confidential files could be.

Their thwarted lunch and the hours in the E.R. had helped. The nap sheтАЩd talked him into last night had
also helped. But the raging hard-on he woke with had not. Neither had that weird ass dream. Perhaps
knowing Kara was in the next room, barely twenty feet away, made the stiffness between his legs
demand urgent attention. Maybe it was the fact that he had thought of nothing and no one else for the
past three days.

He had stumbled to the shower, still half-asleep and beneath the warm spray replayed their first (and,
since he was keeping score, their only) kiss, only this time instead of pushing him away she had been
pulling at his clothes. In his mind, her slender fingers tugged at his belt buckle, slipped his zipper down,
her small, hot hand eased into his boxers and clasped him, caressed him while she whispered in his ear
exactly what she expected him to do to her the moment she was finished with him.

He had climaxed so hard his knees had buckled. Only then did he notice the water had turned cold.
With a yelp, he had leaped past the curtain, standing on the bathroom carpet shivering, freezing, feeling
more than a little foolishтАжbut temporarily sated.

Now, finally, her power over him had eased. Here they were, having a conversation about med school
cadavers like two ordinary people and he was fine. Sure, a mob boss had put a contract on his life and
Kara was the only thing between him and a baseball bat lobotomy, but the fact remained, all was well
with the world.

тАЬI really think we should get married someday,тАЭ he said and nearly bit his tongue.

She rolled her eyes. тАЬAlways joking.тАЭ

тАЬYup, thatтАЩs me, Joke Central.тАЭ Cripes, what was wrong with him? He was sated, her hold over him
was purely physical and she had no power over him, dammit, so what was wrong? SheтАЩd turned his life
upside down in less than a week, he didnтАЩt know anything about her, but she was all he could think
about, dream about.

He mentally shook himself, then looked at her to ask if she wanted dessert and that was when she did it
again. Her gaze flicked past him, to the front door and then back to him. Her expression was neutral; if
she had been any other woman he wouldnтАЩt have been alarmed. But Kara, he was beginning to realize,
hid strong emotionsтАФfear, anger, passionтАФbehind an icy mask and he didnтАЩt like the way she kept
glancing over his shoulder.

He turned and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Some new customers, but it was getting close to
dinnertime and that was to be expected. He turned back to ask Kara what was going on, only to realize
with a start that she had already gotten up and was strolling unhurriedly toward the front door. At her
place was thirty dollars in cash.
тАЬWait!тАЭ he said, grabbing her money off the table and digging frantically for his wallet. тАЬI said this was on
me, remember?тАЭ He opened his wallet to find a movie ticket stub and two quarters peeping up at him.
Dammit! No time to get cash yesterday and heтАЩd been planning to pay for lunch with a credit card. With
a muffled curse, he tossed her money back on the table and started after her.