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

cruising along at a safe and, yes, intelligent speed. She had a
reputation at Bittle and Associates as a clearheaded, hardworking CPA
who could handle complex accounts without complaint. Eventually she
expected to be offered a full partnership. When that time came, she
would ascend yet another rung on her personal ladder of success.

She had family she loved and who loved her. And friendsтАжwell, her
closest friends were family. And what could be more convenient than
that?

She adored them, had loved growing up at Templeton House, overlooking
the wild, sweeping cliffs of Big Sur. There was nothing she wouldn't do
for Aunt Susie and Uncle Tommy. That included keeping what she had
learned weeks before in her office to herself.

She wouldn't question them, though questions burned inside her. She
wouldn't share the pain or the problem with Laura or Margo, though she
had always shared everything with them.

She would suppress, ignore, and forget. That, she had to believe, would
be best for everyone.

Her entire life had been focused on doing her best, being the best,
making her family proud. Now, she felt she had more to prove, more to
be. Every success she had enjoyed could be traced back to the moment
when they had opened their home and their hearts to her. So she promised
herself to look forward rather than back. To go on with the routine that
had become her life.

Under ordinary circumstances, treasure hunting wouldn't be considered
routine. But when it involved Seraphina's dowry, when it included Laura
and Margo and Laura's two daughters, it was an event It was a mission.

The legend of Seraphina, that doomed young girl who had flung herself
off the cliffs rather than face a life without her true love, had
fascinated the three of them all of their lives. The beautiful Spanish
girl had loved Felipe, had met him in secret, walked with him along the
cliffs in the wind, in the rain. He had gone off to fight the Americans,
to prove himself worthy of her, promising to come back to marry her and
build a life with her. But he had not come back. When Seraphina learned
he had been killed in battle, she had walked these cliffs again. Had
stood on the edge of the world and, overcome with grief, had flung
herself over it.

The romance of it, the mystery, the glamour had been irresistible to the
three women. And of course, the possibility of finding the dowry that
Seraphina had hidden away before she leapt into the sea added challenge.

On most Sundays Kate could be found on the cliffs, wielding a metal
detector or a spade. For months, ever since the morning that Margo, at a