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

тАЬYes. ButтАФтАЭ

тАЬSo am I.тАЭ

тАЬYes, I can tell. HoweverтАФтАЭ

тАЬYou staying at the Hotel Tigre?тАЭ
She glared at him. тАЬYour technique is very clumsy,тАЭ she said rudely.

тАЬI know. I usually have to rely on charm and sex appeal.тАЭ

To her surprise, she laughed. It must be the rum.

He grinned. An undeniably sexy grin. тАЬThat's better.тАЭ

тАЬBetter than what?тАЭ Why was she talking to this man?

тАЬBetter than the expression you had on your face when I walked through that door. You looked like you
were thinking of jumping off a bridge.тАЭ

тАЬNo, I wasn't.тАЭ

тАЬYou looked like you were moping about being all alone in this rotten city on such a miserable night.тАЭ

тАЬWell...тАЭ She paid for his beer, suddenly glad for the company. Talking to anyone, even this impertinent
stranger, seemed better than being alone with her thoughts.

He raised his glass. тАЬHere's to golden days and purple nights, both of which have been in short supply
lately.тАЭ

тАЬAs you say.тАЭ She clinked her glass against his, wondering what his version of a purple night would be.
Probably a waterbed motel, a few тАЬadultтАЭ videos, and the sort of woman whom Mother would describe
as тАЬobvious.тАЭ

тАЬHad any purple nights, lately?тАЭ he asked, his amazingly green eyes sparkling at her.

тАЬI don't believe so.тАЭ

тАЬNice accent. You sound like a debutante.тАЭ

тАЬPlease, don't say that.тАЭ Visions filled her head of the silly, overdressed girls she had never been able to
understand or emulate.

тАЬAh, a working woman, huh?тАЭ

тАЬYes.тАЭ

тАЬWhat do you do?тАЭ