"Mary Janice Davidson - Wyndham Werewolves 6 - Santa Claws" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

Now his duty was done, and thank God. His plane leftBoston tonight, and nothing was keeping him from
it.



Faugh! More snow! And not likely to be much better, even when he got home. Really, there was nothing
to look forward to until spring. Others of his kind might enjoy romping through the slush on all fours, but
here was one furry laird who hated getting his feet wet.



AndBoston ! Grey, drizzly, drearyBoston , which smelled like damp wool and exhaust. He felt like
pulling his scarf over his nose to muffle the smells of



(peaches, ripe peaches)



unwashed masses and



(peaches)



He stopped suddenly, and felt a one-two punch as the couple walking behind him slammed into his
back. He barely felt it. Hardly heard their complaints. He spun, pushed past them. Walked back, nostrils
flaring, trying to catch that elusive



jangleJANGLEjangleJANGLEjangle
intoxicating



jangleJANGLEjangleJANGLEjangle



utterly wonderful scent.