"Joy, Dara - High 02 - High Intensity" - читать интересную книгу автора (Joy Dara)

Tyber closed the front door. "You know, it would make things a lot easier on us if those two just got together."
"Not going to happen."
"Why not? They seem to be always sniffing around each other."
Zanita grinned. "Did you say sniffing or snip-
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"Well, either."
"Gregor is sniffing, Mills is snipping."
Tyber shrugged as they went back into the parlor. "Yep. They are complete opposites."
Zanita gave him an incredulous look. "Well, so are we."
"What are you talking about? We are exactly alike."
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Zanita's mouth dropped open. "How can you say that? We are nothing alike!"
Tyber sprawled across the couch and pretended to focus on the B movie in front of him. A mad scientistЧprobably a physicistЧwas attempting to befriend an alien that had the improbable appearance of a set of false teeth with little fluttering wings attached to it. Zanita was already entranced, glued to the set, agog.
"What kind of movies do you like?" he purred.
Zanita's gaze reluctantly flicked to the hunk sprawled next to her on the couch. "That doesn't prove anything."
He never took his eyes from the TV set. "Restaurants?"
"Coincidence."
"Travel?"
"Who doesn't?"
He rolled over on the couch and crooked his finger at her. She bent toward him. He whispered something in her ear.
Zanita blushed. "That has nothing to do with it."
"All right. What about. .." He murmured something so erotic and so sensual that it was probably illegal in some states.
Zanita gasped. "Quit that!" She jumped up and backed away from the couch a few steps. He winked at her and patted the seat next to him.
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"Tyber, you are a scientist. I am a reporterЧ we are poles apart."
"Nope."
"How do you figure that?"
"We both 'investigate/ you with your reporting, me with my science. We're two peas in a pod, baby. Speaking of pods, let's cuddle while we watch the movie ..."
She pointed her finger at him. "You have tunnel vision!"
He grinned.
"I'm going to the kitchen to get a snack; want anything?" At the magic word "snack," Ham-bone lifted his head off the floor, showing sudden interest. "And don't say 'nope,' because whenever you do, you end up eating most of mine."
His smile was pure deviltry. "Nope." He crossed his hands behind his head. "I'm fine."
Zanita rolled her eyes and headed off to the kitchen. He was after her snack!
Tyber chuckled as his focus shifted back to the fickle-hearted alien, which was now delightedly munching on the scientist who had tried to befriend him. "Take a lesson from this, Gregor," he murmured dryly. "You must begin to think of Mills as a set of teeth with wings."
He relaxed back into the couch and fell into that trancelike state most appropriate for watching such a movie.
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A few minutes later, Zanita burst into the room, flinging the pocket doors open with a snap. "Tyber! Tyber!"
He raised one brow lazily. "Hmmm?"
"Come quickly! I want to show you something unbelievable!" She grabbed his hand in an attempt to pull him off the couch.
"What is it?" He tried to pull her onto his lap.
"I found a popcorn kernel that looks just like a brain!!! It's got two hemispheres and a convoluted surface and everything! I put it in a ziploc bag so no one wouldЧ"
At that moment Blooey walked in munching on a bag of popcorn. A ziploc bag of popcorn.
Both Zanita and Tyber stared at him. Zanita's face crumpled into the picture of horror. Tyber's was vastly amused.
"Blooey, that isn't the bag I just left on the counter, is it?"
"Aye, Yer Ladyship. I figured ye changed yer mind the way ye took off, so I availed meself of the bag for the popcorn."
"Stop eating! It could still be in there!"