"Lee Edgar - Princess 04 - Checkmate for a Princess" - читать интересную книгу автора (Edgar Lee)

modestly tucking a towel around herself as she padded from the pool area.
The sun bore down on them and Marianne tilted back the wide-brimmed hat and
opened one eye. 'Qu'est-ce-qu'il-y-a?'
'C'est Carlos et beaucoup des amis,' replied Suzette, waving towards the first
of the approaching vehicles which responded with a frantic tooting on the
horn.
Philippe slipped his arm around her slim waist. 'So they finally made it,' he
said.
'I wonder where they acquired the other two trucks.'
He laughed. 'Pinched them along the way, I expect.'
'That's not funny,' she said seriously.
'But the previous owners will have been killed, Suzette. They won't miss
them.'
'That's not the point. Someone may have survived. I told Roger the other day,
we can't just go around looting whatever we need.'
'Why not?'
'It just doesn't seem right, that's why not.'
'Suzette, wake up to reality. If we are to survive, we must use whatever is
available and at our disposable.'
She shrugged. 'Please yourself. I'm going to get dressed, it's nearly time for
me to relieve Jim at the tracking station.'
He patted her bottom playfully. 'You look dressed enough for me.'
'What? In a bikini bottom and hand-towel? Major Slazinski would have a heart
attack if I turned up looking like this.'
'Poor Al. He wouldn't know what had hit him.'
'At least he is a gentleman and honest at that.'
Philippe frowned. 'What did you mean by that remark?'
'Nothing,' she said, turning away.
He grabbed for her and ended up with the towel in his hand. He reached out
again but Marianne stood between them in her black swimsuit, her hands on her
slim hips.
'Non,' she said to Philippe. 'Restez-la.'
Philippe glared at the French teenager who stood defiantly in front of him
until she took the heat out of the moment by reaching out and touching his
bare chest gently with her long fingers. 'S'il-tu plait.'
With a shrug, he turned away to greet the new arrivals who had assisted with
the defeat of the Consortium. There were four of the original group who had
once been Basque separatists but had been found by Roger just a few days ago.
En Route, They had been joined by other survivors and had armed themselves and
proved worthy colleagues. Roger welcomed them with a typical British handshake
and invited them to the villa while Marianne greeted them more warmly.
Inside the villa, Suzette pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a white blouse,
and tucked her hair into a pony-tail behind her dark glasses. After a brief
greeting to the new arrivals, she slipped behind the wheel of her Cosworth
and, in a cloud of dust, roared up the narrow track towards the roof of the
Anti-Pyrenees. The sound of the engine echoed from the trees on the other side
of the valley as she negotiated the tight bends that threaded through the
forest on the slopes of Pic Neulos. However, she did not hear this echo as her
ears were occupied with the sounds of Fleetwood Mac blaring from her four-way
speaker system which seemed just right to suit her mood. Why wasn't Philippe