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

crossroads in her life, had found a single gold doubloon, the three had
met there to search.

Or maybe they gathered not so much in hopes of uncovering a chest of
gold as simply to enjoy each other's company.

It was nearly May, and after the jangled nerves she had suffered leading
up to April 15 and the income tax deadline, Kate was thrilled to be out
in the sun. It was what she needed, she was sure. It helped, as work
helped, to keep her mind off the file she had hidden in her apartment.
The file on her father that she had carefully organized.

It helped to block out the worries, and the ache in her heart, and the
stress of wondering if she'd done the right thing by hiring a detective
to look into a twenty-year-old case.

Her muscles protested a bit as she swept the metal detector over a new
section of scrub, and she sweated lightly under her T-shirt.

She wouldn't think of it, she promised herself. Not today, not here. She
wouldn't think of it at all until the detective's report was complete.
She had promised the day to herself, for her family, and nothing would
get in the way.

The gorgeous breeze ruffled her short cap of black hair. Her skin was
dusky, an inheritance from the Italian branch of her mother's family,
though beneath it was what Margo called "accountant's pallor." A few
days in the sun, she decided, would fix that.

She'd lost a little weight in the last few weeks of crunch time--and
yes, because of the shock of discovering what her father had done--but
she intended to put it back on. She always had hopes of putting some
meat on her stubbornly thin bones.

She didn't have Margo's height or stunning build, or Laura's lovely
fragility. She was, Kate had always thought, average, average and
skinny, with an angular face to match her angular body.

Once she had hoped for dimples, or the dash of a few charming freckles,
or deep-green eyes instead of ordinary brown. But she'd been too
practical to dwell on it for long.

She had a good brain and skill with figures. And that was what she
needed to succeed.

She reached down for the jug of lemonade Ann Sullivan had sent along.
After a long, indulgent drink, Kate cast a scowl in Margo's direction.

"Are you just going to sit there all afternoon while the rest of us
work?"