"Roberts, Nora - Once More With Feeling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

She made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob as she
moved across the room to hug him. "Of course. Bless you!"

"If you were going to dress up for me, you might at least have worn
something of mine," he complained but returned the embrace. He was
tall, a thin reed of a man who had to bend over to give her the quick
kiss. Not yet thirty, he had a scholarly, attractive face with hair
and eyes the same rich shade of brown. A small white scar marred his
left eyebrow and gave him, he preferred to think, a rakish profile.

"Jealous?" Raven grinned and drew away from him. "I thought you were
too big for that."

"You're never too big for that." He released her, then made his way
across to the bar. "Well, at least take off your hat and coat."

Raven obliged, tossing them aside with a carelessness that made Wayne
wince. He gazed at her for a long moment as he poured out a Perrier.

She grinned again and did a slow model's turn. "How am I holding
up?"

she demanded.

"I should have seduced you when you were eighteen." He sighed and
drank the sparkling water. "Then I wouldn't be constantly regretting
that you slipped through my fingers."

She came back for her ginger ale. "You had your chance, fella."

"I was too exhausted in those days. " He lifted his scarred brow in a
practiced gesture that always amused her. "I get more rest now."

"Too late," she told him and touched her glass to his. "And you're
much too busy with the model-of the -week contest. " "I only date all
those skinny girls for the publicity ." He reached for a cigarette and
lit it elegantly.

"I'm basically a very retiring man."

"The brilliance of the pun I could make is terrifying, but I'll
pass."

"Wise," he concluded, then blew out a delicate trail of smoke. "I hear
Brand Carstairs is in town."

Raven's smile fled, then returned. "He never could keep a low profile.
" "Are you okay?"