"Roberts, Nora - Private Scandals" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

so early in the day make people nervous?"
"It gives them something to talk about over lunch." She picked up an ebony letter opener and slit the first envelope.
"Venting on national television?"
She lifted a brow. "Venting on national television seemed to have helped the Forresters' relationship."
"Looked to me like the other couple was heading for divorce court."
"Sometimes divorce is the answer."
"Is that what you think?" He kept the question light. "If your spouse was cheating, would you forgive and forget, or
would you file papers?"
"Well, I'd listen, I'd discuss it, try to find out the reason it happened. Then I'd shoot the adulterous swine full of holes."
She grinned at him. "But, that's just me. And see, hasn't it given us something to talk about?" She glanced down at
the single sheet in her hand. "Hey, look at this."
She angled the sheet so they could both see it. In the center of the paper, typed in dark red ink, was a single
sentence.



Deanna, I love you.

"The old secret admirer, hmm?" Roger spoke carelessly, but there was a frown in his eyes.
"Looks that way." Curious, she turned the envelope over. "No return address. No stamp, either."
"I just pulled the mail out of your box." Roger shook his head. "Somebody must have slipped it in."
"It's kind of sweet, I guess." She rubbed a quick chill from her arms and laughed. "And creepy."
"You might want to ask around, see if anybody noticed somebody sneaking around your mail slot."
"It's not important." She tossed both letter and envelope in the trash and picked up the next.
"Excuse me."
"Oh, Dr. Pike." Deanna set down her mail and smiled at the man standing behind Roger. "Did you get lost on your
way out?"
"No, actually, I was told I'd find you here."
"Dr. Marshall Pike, Roger Crowell." "Yes, I recognized you." Marshall offered a hand. "I watch you both often."
"I just caught part of your act myself." Roger slipped his bag of candy into his pocket. His thoughts were still focused
on the letter, and he promised himself he'd slip it back out of her trash at the first possible moment. "We need copy on
the dog show, Dee."
"No problem."
"Nice to have met you, Dr. Pike." "Same here." Marshall turned back to Deanna when Roger walked away. "I wanted
to thank you for keeping things sane this morning."
"It's one of the things I do best." "I'd have to agree. I've always thought you report the news with clearheaded
compassion. It's a remarkable combination."
"And a remarkable compliment. Thanks." He took a survey of the newsroom. Two reporters were arguing bitterly
over baseball, phones were shrilling, an intern wheeled a cart heaped with files through the narrow spaces between
desks. "Interesting place."



"It is that. I'd be glad to give you a tour, but I do have copy to write for Midday."
"Then I'll take a rain check." He looked back at her, that sweet, easy smile at the corners of his mouth. "Deanna, I
was hoping, since we've been through the trenches together, so to speak, you'd be willing to have dinner with me."
"Dinner." She studied him more carefully now, as a woman does when a man stops being simply a man and
becomes a possible relationship. It would have been foolish to pretend he didn't appeal to her. "Yes, I suppose I'd be
willing to do that."
"Tonight? Say, seven-thirty?"