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

himЧas well as afternoons, evenings, and middle of the nightsЧZanita had come to the decision that she was not going to do anything to tamper with the status quo of their relationship. She wanted them to stay just as they wereЧwild for each other.
Why take a chance and mess with perfection? she reasoned.
And it was perfection ...
Zanita took a dainty little breath in an attempt to disguise her rapidly escalating pulse.
She suspected her ruse didn't work when those bedroom blue eyes gleamed at her.
She knew positively that it hadn't worked when the "dimple of hidden knowledge" appeared next to the curve of his well-formed lips.
Zanita was very familiar with the dimple of hidden knowledge. After all, the man was not simply a genius. He was an aware genius.
Which made it very difficult for her to get away with anything.
She frowned in annoyance. The sexy scientist was too sharp for his own good! Or rather, her own good. "You should be thanking me for rescuing us."
Tyber's eyebrows arched in amusement. "Really."
She nodded. "Instead of hearing about poly-wogs and nurks, you get to enjoy a simple lunch and an afternoon of shopping."
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"That's polygons and nurbs." His lips twitched.
"Whatever. This is so much more relaxing."
Behind Zanita's back, the door to the kitchen suddenly banged open. An irate chef stood in the doorway, hands on hips, white hat crushed in one fist. He glared at the waiter beside him, who sheepishly pointed in Zanita's direction.
Tyber had no trouble reading his lips. "I might have known it was her!" He rolled his eyes and stormed back into his culinary sanctuary.
Tyber noted the observation with his customary enjoyment. Simple lunch? With Zanita? Like a guided missile, his unforgettable "Curls" struck fast and without warning. Often the exact target was a total enigma to all except she who controlled the inertial guidance system.
Once, she had rewritten the recipe for chicken marsala and had ended up with a whole new color combination for food. The striped effect was still a mystery to him.
There were all kinds of things flying around Zanita's head. Sometimes they landed. Tyber adored her.
Oblivious to the scene that had just taken place behind her, Zanita continued on with what she considered to be excellent plans for their afternoon in the city. While Cambridge had its academic interests, it also had some very unique
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shops. "... so I thought we could check out that new boutique that specializes in porcelain ..."
Boutique? Tyber sat still in his seat. Where had that topic come from? "Baby, there is a lecture on hybrid radiosity at three o'clock that I want toЧ"
"... dragons," she finished.
Tyber hesitated a beat. "Dragons?"
"Uh-huh." She took a sip of her coffee. "All the stuff you like, too, from what I hear. When I called for directions, they told me they just got a shipment in from England; you know, that artist you love?"
"Hmmm."
Zanita smiled prettily at him.
Tyber narrowed his eyes. "And just when did you call for directions?"
"About ten minutes after the lecture started. Remember when I went to the restroom?"
Tyber watched her with guarded fascination, saying nothing.
"Well, as soon as Schlimmerdimmer opened his mouth, I could tell this was going to be a real waste of time, so I decided to change our plans." She took another sip of coffee.
He couldn't suppress the smile that curved his mouth. "The man's name is Schlammerhim-mer... I think."
Zanita waved her hand, erasing the man's
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name from their frame of reality, not to mention the rest of their afternoon. The memory of the lecture gave her a twinge of pain. The man barely spoke above a whisper, only used the obscure terms spoken behind locked labs, and, worse, had the annoying habit of making weird honking noises in his throat whenever he paused in his speech. Which was every three minutes.
"Tell the truth, Tyber, you'd much rather go to that shop than listen to him get lost in his own importance. Besides, who knew what he was talking about?"
Tyber gave her a look. "You know, I am a theoretical physicist, sweetheart. Occasionally we like to indulge our wild side and listen to such lectures."
Zanita popped a piece of buttered roll into her mouth. "Speaking of wild side, Tyber, when are we going to investigate that ghost sighting you told me about at that tavern on Martha's Vineyard?"
The ghost sighting on Marthas Vineyard... he had told her about that when he had been trying to come up with somethingЧanythingЧthat would make her stay with him after they had finished their first investigation of the phony psychic healer, Xavier LaLeche. The two of them had joined forces and hearts on that case.
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Initially, Tyber had simply agreed to help her investigation as a way of starting up a relationship with herЧwhen she wasn't looking. Zanita had been opposed to any kind of relationship, so he had to tread very carefully, letting her think that he was not her boyfriend. While all the time, he was exactly that.
It had been a brilliant plan. If a bit bizarre.
But then he was known for his brilliance.
He was also known for his unique solutions. Pirate solutions.