"TXT - Nora Roberts - Dream 02 - Holding The Dream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

Smiling a little, Kate turned to her friend. In a blue chenille robe,
with her tumbled blond hair, Margo looked stunning and sultry and sleek.
"No one would ever accuse you of being ordinary, pal. Obnoxious,
conceited, rude, and a royal pain in the ass, yes, but never ordinary."

Margo raised a brow and grinned. "I can always count on you. Anyway,
speaking of ordinary, how stuck do you think Laura really is on Peter
Ridgeway?''

"I don't know." Kate gnawed on her lip. "She's been dreamy-eyed over him
ever since Uncle Tommy transferred him out here. I wish he was still
managing Templeton Chicago." Then she shrugged. "He must be good at his
job or Uncle Tommy and Aunt Susie wouldn't have promoted him."

"Knowing how to manage a hotel has nothing to do with it. Mr. and Mrs. T
have dozens of managers all over the world. This is the only one Laura's
gone over on. Kate, if she marries himтАж"

"Yeah." Kate blew out a breath. "It's her decision. Her life. Christ, I
can't imagine why anyone would want to get tied down that way."

"Neither can I." Stubbing the cigarette out, Margo lay back. "I'm not
going to. I'm going to make a splash in this world."

"Me, too."

Margo slanted Kate a look. "Keeping books? That's more like a slow
drip."

"You splash your way, I'll splash mine. This time next year I'll be in
college."

Margo shuddered. "What a hideous thought!"

"You'll be there, too," Kate reminded her. "If you don't tank your SAT."

"We'll see about that." College wasn't on Margo's agenda. "I say we find
Seraphina's dowry and take that trip around the world we used to talk
about. There are places I want to see while I'm still young. Rome and
Greece, Paris, Milan, London."

"They're impressive." Kate had seen them. The Temple-tons had taken
her--and would have taken Margo as well if Ann had allowed it. "I see
you marrying a rich guy, bleeding him dry, and jet-setting all over."

"Not a bad fantasy." Amused by it, Margo stretched her arms. "But I'd
rather be rich myself and just have a platoon of lovers." At the sound
in the hall, she shoved the ashtray under the folds of her robe.
"Laura." Blowing out a breath, she sat up. "You scared the wits out of
me."