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

session?" more formal British. Raven allowed herself a mo Raven
turned back to Marc. "Take that one out meant to look at him, really
look at him.

and shoot him," she requested mildly, then looked q He was tall and
now, as always, seemed a bit too up at the booth. "That's a wrap," she
called out thin. His hair was as dark as her own but waved where hers
was needle straight. It was thick and full over his ears and down to
the collar of his shirt. His face hadn't changed; it was still the
same face that drove girls and women to scream and swoon at his
concerts. It was raw-boned and tanned, more intriguing than handsome,
as the features were not altogether even. There was something of the
dreamer there, from his mother's Irish half. Perhaps that was what
drew women to him, though they were just as fascinated by the
occasional British reserve. And the eyes. Even now Raven felt the
pull of his large, heavy-lidded aquamarine eyes.

They were unsettling eyes for as easy-going a man as Brand Carstairs.

The blue and green seemed constantly at odds. But it was the charm he
wore so easily that tilted the scales, Raven realized. Charm and
blatant sex appeal were an irresistible combination .

"You haven't changed, have you, Brandon?"

The question was quiet, the first and only sign of Raven's distress.

"Funny." He smiled, not the quick, flashing grin he was capable of,
but a slow, considering smile. "I thought the same of you when I first
saw you. I don't suppose it's true of either of us."

"No." God, how she wished he would release her hands. "What brings
you to L.A Brandon?"

"Business, love," he answered carelessly, though his eyes were taking
in every inch of her face. "And, of course, the chance to see you
again."

"Of course." Her voice was coldly polite, and the smile never reached
her eyes.

The sarcasm surprised him. The Raven he remembered hadn't known the
meaning of the word.

She saw his brow lift into consideration. "I do want to see you,
Raven," Brand told her with his sudden, disarming sincerity. "Very
much. Can we have dinner?"

Her pulse had accelerated at his change of tone.