"Shadow Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feehan Christine)

catnap during the day. Don't you worry about me, it's happened before." She
shrugged her shoulders in a dismissing little gesture.
"Have you told your father?"
"As a matter of fact, I had planned to tell him over dinner, but he stood me up
again. I thought he might be in his lab, but he didn't answer the phone or his
page. Do you know if he's home yet?" If he were home, she would have a few words
to say to him. It had been unforgivable to drop her into the situation with
Miller without giving her the least indication of what was happening.
She was furious with her father this time. Miller didn't belong locked up in a
cage like an animal. He was a man, a strong, intelligent man, loyal to his
country, and whatever was going on at the Donovans laboratories had better be
stopped immediately. And what was the nonsense with the computers and her
father's codes? He had written reams of gibberish and acted as if the mess were
legitimate notes on his work. She couldn't consult with nothing to work with.
Dr. Peter Whitney, father or not, had a lot to answer for and he'd ducked out on
their appointed meeting like a coward in retreat.
Impatience crossed the chauffeur's face. "That man. He needs an assistant to
walk along behind him and kick him every now and then so he notices he's
actually living in the real world." The renowned doctor had a long history of
ignoring or forgetting his daughter's important moments and it annoyed John. The
event never matteredЧbirthdays, planned outings, graduation ceremonies, Dr.
Whitney just never remembered. The chauffeur had attended each and every event,
watching Lily earn honor after honor without a family member present. It was a
sore point with John Brimslow that his boss would treat his daughter with so
little care.
Lily burst out laughing. "Is that what you say about me when I'm researching and
I forget to come home?" She kept her gaze centered on the top button of John's
coat, hoping she had become an expert at hiding emotion. She was used to her
father's absentminded ways concerning her. Their dinner date would never have
been important enough to him to try to remember it and normally she would have
been understanding. She often was caught up in a research project and forgot to
eat or sleep or talk with others. She could hardly condemn her father for being
the same way. But this time, he was going to get a well-deserved earful, and he
was going to sit down and tell her everything she wanted to know about Captain
Miller and his men, with no excuses.
Her chauffeur grinned unrepentantly. "Of course."
"I'll be up to the house in a few minutes. Tell Rosa, will you please, otherwise
she'll worry." Lily stepped away from the car with a small wave, turning away so
John couldn't continue to look at her face. She knew her face had thinned,
making her cheekbones stick out, and not in the complimentary way of a model.
The nightmares had put dark smudges under her eyes and a droop in her shoulders.
She had never been all that much to look at, with her too large eyes and her
limp, and she had never been fashionably thin. Her body was curvy at a young age
and insisted, no matter how much exercise she did, on being truly feminine. She
had never minded much before about her looks, but nowЕ
Lily closed her eyes. Ryland Miller. Why couldn't she have looked stunningly
attractive just once? He was so unbelievably sexy. She had never been attracted
to classic handsomeness. Miller wasn't handsome, he was too earthy, had too much
raw power. Her entire body felt hot just thinking about him. And the way he
looked at herЕ No one had ever looked at her like that before. He looked hungry