"Roberts, Nora - Stanislaski 05 - Waiting For Nick" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

mouth, a boxer's chin, and the hands of an artist.

She'd spent many nights fantasizing about those long-fingered,
wide-palmed hands. Once she got beyond the face, with its fascinating
hint of cheekbones and its slightly crooked nose--broken years ago by
her own sharp line drive, which he'd tried unsuccessfully to field--she
could, with pleasure, move on.

He was built like a runner, long, rangy, and wore old gray jeans, white
at the knees. His shirtsleeves were rolled up to the elbow and missing a
button.

As he ate, he carried on a running commentary with the huge black cook,
while Rio shook the grease out of a basket of french fries.

"I didn't say there was too much garlic. I said I like a lot of garlic."
Nick forked in another bite as if to back up his statement. "Getting
pretty damned temperamental in your old age, pal," Nick added, his voice
slightly muffled by the generous amount of pasta he'd just swallowed.

Rio's mild, good-natured oath carried the music of the islands. "Don't
tell me about old, skinny boy--I can still beat hell out of you."

"I'm shaking." Grinning, Nick broke off a hunk of garlic bread just as
Freddie let the door swing shut behind her. His eyes lighted with
pleasure as he dropped the bread again and pushed back from the table.
"Hey, Rio, look who's here. How's it going, Fred?"

He crossed over to give her a casual, brotherly hug. Then his brows drew
together as the body that pressed firmly against his reminded him,
uncomfortably, that little Fred was a woman.

"AhтАж" He backed off, still smiling, but his hands dipped cautiously
into his pockets. "I thought you were coming in later in the week."

"I changed my mind." Her confidence lifted a full notch at his reaction.
"Hi, Rio." Freddie set her wineglass aside so that she could properly
return the bear hug she was enveloped in.

"Little doll. Sit down and eat."

"I think I will. I thought about your cooking, Rio, all the way up on
the train." She sat, smiled and held out a hand to Nick. "Come sit down,
your food's getting cold."

"Yeah." He took her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, then let it go as he
settled beside her. "So, how is everybody? Brandon still kicking butt on
the baseball diamond?"

"Batting .420, leading the high school league in home runs and RBIs."