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

"About five minutes after I landed my first



on-the-air job at the number-three station in Tulsa." Finn's thoughts veered forward; it would take only an inch to taste
her ripe, sexy and serious mouth. "I beat out two other candidates because I looked better on tape."
"And your work had nothing to do with it?" "It does now." He toyed with the ends of the hair that rained over her
shoulders.
His fingers felt entirely too good against her skin, Deanna realized, and shifted gears. "Where did you get the scar?"
"Which one?"
"This one." She moved his hand between them, tilted the scar up.
"Oh. Bar fight. In ..." His eyes narrowed as he tried to place the incident. "Belfast. A charming little pub that caters to
the IRA."
"Mmm." As a precaution she kept his hand in hers. However intimate the gesture looked, it prevented him from
touching her. "Don't you think it's undignified for a well-known television correspondent to brawl in bars?"
"I'm entitled to some entertainment, but it was a long time ago." The scarred thumb brushed gently up the side of
hers, down again, toward the wrist, where her pulse began to stutter. "I'm much more dignified now." And he smiled,
drawing her closer.
Every muscle in her body turned to water. "I don't think so."
"Try me." It was a low, murmured challenge she had no answer for. "Someone's looking for you."
Shaking off the mood, she glanced over her shoulder and spotted Marshall. When their eyes met, he smiled and
held up two glasses of champagne.
"I guess that's my cue to let you go." Finn did, then captured her hand for one last moment. "Just how seriously
involved are you?"
She hesitated, looking down at their joined hands. The desire to link fingers was very strong. "I don't know." She met
his eyes squarely. "I haven't decided."
"Let me know when you do." He released her hand, and watched her walk away.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Marshall kissed her briefly before he offered Deanna a flute of champagne.



"It's all right." She sipped, surprised that her throat felt so dry.
"It's a little chilly out here, isn't it?" Concerned, he touched her hand. "You're cold. Come inside."
"All right." She glanced back toward Finn as Marshall led her away. "I'm sorry the evening was spoiled yesterday."
"Don't worry about it." After a quick scan of the room, Marshall guided her toward a quiet corner. "We both face
emergencies in our work."
"I did call you after I got in." "Yes, I got the message from my service." His eyes flicked down to his glass before he
drank. "I decided to make it an early night."
"Then you didn't see the report." "Last night? No. But I did catch pieces of it on the morning news. Wasn't that Finn
Riley you were dancing with just now?"
"Yes."
"He's had quite a homecoming all in all. I can't imagine being that concise and detached after being so close to
death. I suppose he's hardened to it."
Deanna frowned. "I'd say it's more a mater of instinct and training."
"I'm glad your instinct and training haven't made you so cold. Your report from the airport was very passionate, very
genuine."
She smiled weakly. "It was supposed to be objective and informative."
"It was very informative." He kissed her again. "And you looked beautiful in the rain." Lingering over the kiss, he
missed her wince of annoyance. "Barring news bulletins," he said quietly, "can we plan on slipping away early, having
some time alone?"