"TXT - Nora Roberts - Dream 03 - Finding The Dream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

"One who's afraid she's losing her little girl."

"We could transfer him to Europe." He warmed to the idea. "No--Tokyo, or
Sydney."

Laughing, she patted her husband's cheek. "The way

Laura looks at him, she'd follow him. Better to keep him close."
Struggling to accept, she shrugged her shoulders. "She could have fallen
for one of Josh's wilder friends, or a gigolo, a fortune hunter, an
ex-con."

He laughed himself. "Laura? Never."

Susan merely raised an eyebrow. A man wouldn't understand, she knew.
Romantic natures like Laura's most usually were drawn to the wild.
"Well, Tommy, we'll just have to see where it goes. And be there for
her."

"Aren't you going to dance with me?" Margo slid into Josh's arms, fit
there, before he had a chance to agree or evade. "Or would you rather
just stand there brooding?"

"I wasn't brooding. I was thinking."

"You're worried about Laura." Even as her fingers skimmed flirtatiously
up the nape of his neck, Margo shot a concerned glance toward Laura.
"She's mad for him. And bound and determined to marry him."

"She's too young to be thinking of marriage."

"She's been thinking of marriage since she was four," Margo muttered.
"Now she's found what she thinks is the man of her dreams. No one's
going to stop her."

"I could kill him," Josh considered. "Then we could hide the body."

She chuckled, smiled into his eyes. "Kate and I would be happy to help
you toss his lifeless corpse off the cliffs. But hell, Josh, maybe he's
right for her. He's attentive, intelligent, apparently patient in
certain hormonal areas."

"Don't start that." Josh's eyes went dark. "I don't want to think about
it."

"Rest assured your little sister will walk down the aisle, when the time
comes, in blushing-bride white." She blew out a breath, wondering why
any woman would consider marrying a man before she knew if he was her
mate in bed. "They have a lot in common, really. And who are two jaded
cynics like us to judge?"