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

"You're just jealous because it'll be months before you can drive."

Because it was true, Kate shrugged. Her short black hair fluttered in
the wind. She took a deep gulp of air, loving the way it thickened and
churned. "At least I'm saving up for a car, instead of cutting out
pictures of Ferraris and Jaguars."

"If you're going to dream," Margo said, frowning at a minute chip in the
coral polish on her nails, "dream big. I'll have a Ferrari one day, or a
Porsche, or whatever I want." Her summer-blue eyes narrowed with
determination. "I won't settle for some secondhand junker like you
would."

Laura let them argue. She could have defused the sniping, but she
understood it was simply part of the friendship. And she didn't care
about cars. Not that she didn't enjoy the spiffy little convertible her
parents had given her for her sixteenth birthday. But one car was the
same as another to her.

She realized it was easier, in her position. She was the daughter of
Thomas and Susan Templeton, of the Templeton hotel empire. Her home
loomed on the hill behind her, stunning under the churning gray sky. It
was more than the stone and wood and glass that composed it. More than
the turrets and balconies and lush gardens. More than the fleet of
servants who kept it shining.

It was home.

But she had been raised to understand the responsibilities of privilege.
Within her was a great love of beauty and symmetry, and a kindness.
Aligned with that was a need to live up to Templeton standards, to
deserve all she'd been given by birthright. Not only the wealth, which
even at sixteen she understood, but also the love of her family, her
friends.

She knew Margo always fretted at limitations. Though they had grown up
together at Templeton House, as close as sisters, Margo was the daughter
of the housekeeper.

Kate had come to Templeton House when her parents had been killed. An
eight-year-old orphan. She was cherished, absorbed into the family, as
much a part of the Templetons as Laura and her older brother, Josh.

Laura and Margo and Kate were as close as--perhaps closer than--sisters
who shared blood. But Laura never forgot that the Templeton
responsibility was hers.

And one day, she thought, she would fall in love, marry, and have
children. She would carry on the Templeton tradition. The man who came