"Laura Resnick - Fever Dream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Resnick Laura)

Ransom wished he had some place nicer to take her than his hot, shabby room in the Hotel Tigre. She
was a woman who deserved satin sheets, marble floors, a sunken bathtub, a balcony with a view, and a
bed that didn't creak and groan with every movement. However, the Hotel Tigre was as good as it got in
Montedora, which was undoubtedly why the country had no tourist trade.

Carrying her briefcase for her, he took her slim, elegant, manicured hand and led her out of the bar,
across the overgrown courtyard with its dry fountain, and into the hotel lobby. It was empty. There was
no one behind the reception desk either, though Ransom could hear a television set blaring in the staff
room.

тАЬThe elevator is this way,тАЭ he said, leading her down a corridor.

тАЬHow long have you been staying here?тАЭ

тАЬToo long.тАЭ He had a feeling she had only asked to cover her nervousness. She hid it well, but he could
tell she was a little scared. It was a safe bet that she didn't do this often. Neither did he. But something
about the things she said to him, the way she looked, and the way he felt when he touched her had made
this as natural and inevitable as the tide rushing home to the waiting sable sand.

They rode the elevator up to the third floor, then walked down the hallway to his room. He glanced at
her when he unlocked the door, wondering if she was going to change her mind while there was still time.
Their eyes met and she raised her chin abruptly, making him smile. Did she think he wanted to arm
wrestle her? Well, maybe they would wrestle a little, depending on her tastes. He opened the door and
showed her inside.

He didn't bother to turn on the light as he locked the door behind him. The room looked better in the
shadows. Anyhow, there was more than enough light to see her by; a movie theatre across the street
flashed its bright neon lights directly into Ransom's window. He watched her look around the room.

тАЬI asked for the honeymoon suite, but it was already booked,тАЭ he said, setting down her briefcase.

She dropped her purse onto the dresser. тАЬIt doesn't matter.тАЭ

He watched the light play on her silver blond hair, making it glow like moonbeams in the shifting
shadows. тАЬNo, it doesn't,тАЭ he murmured, feeling a slow burn start deep in his belly. He dropped his
jacket on a chair and came toward her. She didn't back away or flinch or do any of the things that would
have made him feel like a heel for bringing her here. His throat felt tight when he put his hands on her
shoulders and lowered his head to kiss her.
Madeleine felt the firm, confident pressure of his warm, full lips against hers and tasted the slight saltiness
of his mouth. The flashing lights coming through the windows played on the golden streaks in his hair. His
eyes gleamed with reflected light, though his features were veiled in shadow as he lifted his head and
looked down at her. She sensed the tension building in him. His fingers gripped her shoulders a little
harder.

She felt a soft puff of laughter stir her hair before he said, тАЬI just realized I don't even know your name.
Mine'sтАФтАЭ

тАЬNo,тАЭ she said suddenly. тАЬNo names.тАЭ

He hesitated a moment, a little surprised. тАЬWhy not?тАЭ