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


тАЬIt's the heat,тАЭ he assured her blandly.

She pushed her drink away. тАЬI think I've had too much to drink.тАЭ

He removed his tie and put it in his pocket. тАЬI hate this damn thing, to tell the truth.тАЭ

тАЬWho was she?тАЭ None of her business. She shouldn't have asked, but she wanted to know.

тАЬThe woman who gave it to me?тАЭ He shrugged. тАЬJust someone.тАЭ

тАЬShe wanted you more than you wanted her,тАЭ Madeleine surmised. Funny how freeing it was to say the
things she always knew but usually never mentioned.

He peered into her glass. тАЬAre you reading tea leaves or something?тАЭ

She shrugged. тАЬIt wasn't hard to guess.тАЭ

He was the sort of man women wanted. Not her, of course. Madeleine had very refined tastes, and this
stranger was anything but refined. His shoulder muscles bulged against the cotton of his shirt. His pants
were as tight as a plastic wrap around his narrow hips and hard thighs. He had stalked toward that
barstool like a predatory cat. And his gaze, as he continued looking at her, was undeniably sexual, yet full
of enough humor and curiosity to make a woman feel singled out, special, and admired.

тАЬWomen love that sort of thing,тАЭ she murmured. She took another sip of her rum, then remembered she
had decided not to drink any more.

тАЬWhat sort of thing?тАЭ he asked, propping his cheek on his fist.

He had very nice hands. Long, strong, slim, and neat. They were darkly tanned, like his face and arms.
She noticed another scar on the heel of his hand.

тАЬYou're either a soldier of fortune or very clumsy,тАЭ she said.

тАЬHmmm?тАЭ

She pointed to his scar. He clearly didn't understand what she meant. Emboldened by his comfortable
response to whatever inappropriate thing she said, she reached over and traced the scar on his hand.

тАЬOh, that.тАЭ His voice was husky.

тАЬAnd this one.тАЭ She reached up to his temple. He went very still, looking into her face as she traced the
fine, white line that disappeared into his hair. тАЬAnd your nose...тАЭ She ran her finger down its bridge. тАЬIt
goes a little sideways.тАЭ Her own voice sounded raspy to her. She suddenly wanted to run her fingertip
across his full lower lip, too. But there was no scar there, so she pulled her hand away.

He moved a little closer. тАЬYeah. Broke my nose a couple of times.тАЭ

тАЬHow?тАЭ