"Tanya Huff - Keeper's Chronicles 2 - The Second Summoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

declared, whiskers bristling, тАЬam tired of it.тАЭ
 тАЬJust pretending for a moment that this is any of your business,тАЭ Claire told
him tightly, тАЬa week isnтАЩt that long . . .тАЭ

тАЬYou knew each other for almost two months before that.тАЭ

тАЬ... weтАЩre in one bed now because the site requires a male and a female
component . . .тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩre saying you had no control over the last seven days?тАЭ

тАЬ. . . and did it ever occur to you that things havenтАЩt progressed because
thereтАЩs been an audience perpetually in attendance?тАЭ

тАЬOh, sure. Blame me.тАЭ

тАЬCould I say something here?тАЭ Rolling toward the center of the bed, Dean
McIssac rose up on one elbow, blue eyes squinting a little behind wire-frame glasses
as he came into the light from the bedside table. тАЬIтАЩm thinking this isnтАЩt the time or
the place to talk about, you know, stuff.тАЭ

тАЬTalk?тАЭ Austin snorted. тАЬYouтАЩre missing my point.тАЭ

The young manтАЩs cheeks flushed slightly. тАЬWell, it sure as scrod isnтАЩt the time
or the place to do anything.тАЭ

тАЬWhy not?тАЭ

тАЬBecause thereтАЩs a dead . . . lady standing at the foot of the bed.тАЭ

Claire craned her neck to see around the cat.

Arms folded over a turquoise sweater, her weight on one spandex-covered hip,
the ghost raised an artificially arched ectoplasmic eyebrow. тАЬBoo,тАЭ she suggested.

тАЬBoo yourself,тАЭ Claire sighed.

Cheryl Poropat, or rather the ghost of Cheryl Poropat, hovered above the X
marked on the carpet with ashes and dust, the scuffed heels of her ankle boots about
two inches from the floor. тАЬSo, youтАЩre here to send me on?тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs right.тАЭ Claire sat down in one of the roomтАЩs two chairs. Like most
motel chairs they werenтАЩt designed to be actually sat in, but she felt that remaining in
bed with Dean, even if they were both fully clothed, undermined her authority.

тАЬYou some kind of an exorcist?тАЭ

тАЬNo, IтАЩm a Keeper.тАЭ

Cheryl folded her arms. Half a dozen cheap bracelets jangled against the curve