"Karawynn Long - Adjusting the Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Long Karawynn)

If nothing else, it would take her mind off Jason. It was late afternoon, and
she had just finished a spate of enthusiastic vacuuming, when the door monitor
beeped. She crossed the room and hit the "view" button, and the screen
flickered to life.
"Jason." She stared at him dumbly, conflicting emotions battling for
expression.
"Hi." He had the grace to look embarrassed. "Can I . . . come in for a
minute?"
She punched the monitor off and opened the door. "Yeah. You want your
stuff?"
He didn't answer, just stepped inside and put his arms around her.
She returned the embrace almost by reflex. She'd always loved the way
Jason hugged her; there was a kind of safety in it. After a second he pulled
back and looked at her, touching her cheek gently with one hand. Melanie
half-closed her eyes in response to the familiar touch. Then he bent his head
and kissed her softly on the mouth -- once, and then again more firmly. His
hands moved up to cup her face, and hers moved restlessly across his chest.
For an indeterminate time she simply returned the kiss, melting into the
familiar patterns and sensations. A warm, sexual tingle spread through her
body -- something that had only ever happened when Jason kissed her, no one
else. But some small part of her brain wouldn't leave it at that.
Abruptly she disengaged from the kiss, backing up against the dining
table and trying to regain some composure. "Yeah. Well, it's nice to see you
too."
"I missed you, Melly," he said softly.
"You're the one who walked out, not me," she said in a flare of
irritation.
"I know. Melly, I'm sorry. I've thought about it a lot, and I really
want to be with you. I don't care if we -- well, I do care if we have to
move, but I want to be with you until then." He smiled at her. "And you
never know, maybe something will come up."
"Why now?" she wanted to know. "What changed your mind?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just realized that I'm happiest when I'm
with you, and it seemed kind of silly for us to throw all that away."
She thought about that for a minute, and found herself getting angrier
and angrier as the implications sank in. "That's it, isn't it. You want what
makes you happy, and what makes me happy is strictly secondary, if it's even a
consideration at all. You don't love me; it doesn't even matter whether you
said it or you didn't." She gave an ironic half-laugh. "Suddenly I have a
lot of sympathy for Kayla."
"You don't know anything about me and Kayla."
"I know how you treated me when I was confused and needed help. You
called me a psycho bitch and walked out."
He stared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Melanie paused. Of course, he wouldn't. For a moment she had forgotten
that. She took a deep breath and backtracked. "After you left, I went to the
virtual reality place, you remember? They have a technology now, where you
can" -- she paused, choosing her words carefully -- "create a kind of computer
model of somebody: looks, personality, everything.
"I recreated you," she said, and saw him startle. "And went over the