"Huff, Tanya - Keeper 3 - Long Hot Summoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

УDuck!Ф
УWhere?Ф Diana didnТt even want to think about what these guys could do to a duck. A sudden circle of light hit the back wall of the store and she dropped to the ground. Oh. Duck.
The emporiumТs door rattled as someone shook it, testing the lock.
Now who could that be? Two guesses and the first one doesnТt count. Flat against the carpet to keep the curve of her backpack behind cover, she tried not to think about the dark stain just off the end of her nose.
УThink you can get away with anything. Young bodies, supple, lissom.Ф
Adding that to lithe and limber, there seemed to be a thesaurus specifically for dirty old men.
УYou canТt hide forever.Ф The circle of light swept across the store and disappeared. Through the glass came a muffled shunk kree, shunk kree as the security guard moved away.
Remembering the warning delivered by imaginary fingers, Diana hissed, УSam, stay down,Ф a heartbeat before the light flashed back through the window. She counted a slow ten after that light disappeared before she stood. УSam?Ф
He crawled out from behind a box of glow-in-the-

dark Silly Putty and shook his fur back into place. УDonТt worry about me. IТm way faster than a geriatric rent-a-cop.Ф
УGood. So.Ф Arms folded, she stared up at the mirror. УLetТs cut to the chase before weТre interrupted again.Ф
УFine with me, Keeper. HereТs the deal: I give you what help I can; in return, you get me out of here when you shut this place down.Ф
УAgreed.Ф
УAnd you recognize that when the shit hits the fan, IТm breakable and more than just a little exposed.Ф
She nodded. УWeТll be careful.Ф
УWe? That would be you and the cat?Ф
УUs, too.Ф Diana took one last look around the store and decided she really didnТt need to know just what exactly the weights on the wind chimes were made of. УI think weТre going to need a little help.Ф

TWO
Dropping his spray bottle of window cleaner onto the old-fashioned wooden counter, Dean McIssac crossed the small office and caught the phone on the second ring. УElysian Fields Guest House.Ф A small frown of concentration appeared as he flipped open the reservation book, a leather-bound tome with the phases of the moon prominently displayed by each date. УYes, sir, we still have rooms available for next Wednesday. We can certainly accommodate you and your mother. Sorry? Oh. Your mummy. No, thatТs fine; many of our guests arrive after dark. WeТll hold the rooms until midnight. A dehumidifier? That can be arranged, I understand how mold and mildew could be a problem. No, unfortunately, I canТt guarantee the Keeper will be here, but IТm sure youТll find our - . .Ф His cheeks flushed. УThank you, sir. IТll see you Wednesday.Ф
УFlushed is a good look on you.Ф
УClaire!Ф The receiver fell the last six inches into the cradle as Dean flag-jumped the counter and gathered the smiling Keeper into his arms.

УYou made good time,Ф he murmured when they finally came up for air.
УI had a good reason.Ф
УOne that I should know about?Ф
Dark brown eyes gleamed suggestively up at him. УDefinitely.Ф
His fingers tightened on her shoulders and he began to pull her close again.
УHel-lo! Crushing the cat here!Ф
Dean released his hold like he had springs in his fingers, and Claire leaped back, exposing the indignant, black-and-white cat cradled between them. УIТm sorry, Austin. I just got excited about being home.Ф
УOh, yeah,Ф he muttered as she set him carefully on the counter. УItТs home that gets you excited. Tell us another one. No, wait . . .Ф He turned and glared at her from a single emerald eye. У. . . donТt.Ф
УOkay.Ф Her hands free, she slid them up the sculpted muscle of DeanТs torso and around the back of his neck, fingers entwined in thick hair. УI canТt resist a man in a pink T-shirt.Ф
He shifted his grip to her waist, thumbs working against the damp line of flesh between cropped tank and skirt. УSomeone buried a red catnip square in the laundry basket.Ф
УThatТs right. Blame the cat. The starving cat!Ф Austin snapped after a moment when it became quite clear heТd been forgotten again. УThe old starving cat who just spent three hours in a car listening to sappy tales of dear, departed MuffyЧwho probably threw herself in front of that truck in an effort to escape the schmaltz with what was left of her dignity. The old starving cat whoТs going to give you a count of three before he starts making pointed comments about your technique!У
УAustin, thereТs a package of calf liver in the fridge.Ф Dean slid his hands down to the backs of ClaireТs thighs and lifted her up onto the counter, hiking her skirt up over her knees. УItТs after being yours if youТll disappear for ten minutes.Ф
УFifteen,Ф Claire growled, licking at the sweat beading DeanТs throat. She kicked off her sandals, crossed her ankles behind him, and dragged him closer.
УYou guys do know this is a hotel, right? Like, get a room!Ф
Forehead to forehead, Dean stared deep into ClaireТs eyes. УYou didnТt lock the door?Ф
УApparently not.Ф
Lip curled in disgust, Diana closed the front door, pointedly locked it, and strode across the lobby toward the long hall that led to the back of the guesthouse. УWeТve got a bit of shopping-mall-takes-over-the-world situation here, but you guys go right ahead and continue with that whole blatant heterosexuality thing; thereТs probably time. IТll just make myself a sandwich and feed the cats. Coming, Austin?Ф
УFinally,Ф he snorted, jumping carefully down off the counter, Уsomeone who has their priorities straight!Ф

УAre they always like that?Ф Sam wondered as the older cat fell into step beside him.
УAre you kidding? TheyТve only been apart for three daysЧyou should see them after a week. Spontaneous combustion.Ф
Sam frowned. УWouldnТt that kill them?Ф
УYouТd think.Ф
As the footsteps of the two cats and her sister faded toward the kitchen, Claire sighed. УWell, IТm no longer in the mood. You?Ф
УNot so much. That was after ending things for me.Ф He lifted her down off the counter and steadied her while she slipped her sandals back on. УJust so IТm clear on this; strangling your sister is not an option, then?Ф
УIf you want to strangle my sister,Ф Claire told him as they left the lobby, УyouТll have to wait in line.Ф