"Linnea Sinclair - How I Spent My Summer Vacation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sinclair Linnea)

taken prisoner. It was pretty much the same routine I witnessed when I had
cafeteria monitor duty at school every Thursday. Rowdy kids scattered whenever
the principal and Coach Murphy showed up. Piece of cake.

We reconvened in the conference room. Ready room, Tall Guy corrected me, sotto
voce. But he was grinning too widely to be much disturbed by my slip-up. Chief
Blue and the rest of my command staff stood at attention until I sat down,
tugging at the short hem of my summer dress. My feet were killing me. Next
dream: sneakers.

"Well done, ladies, gentleman andтАФ" A thin scaly-skinned person at the far end
of the table nodded its snout at me. Snake? Lizard? Whatever. "тАФand friends,"
I concluded. "Now, if you all don't mind, I'd really like to wake up and get
back to my life. I was supposed to be at a graduation party in Tampa," I
glanced at my watch, "eight hours ago. Obviously, I'm late."

The guy in the lab coat waved a translucent pad in front of my face. "The
neural lock," he said to Tall Guy. "It's still in place. The hypospray didn't
dissolve it."

"That's impossible!" Tall Guy sounded angry. "She just directed a decisive
campaign against the T'Kral."

"Yes, I know, Commander. But the тАШshe' who did so is not yet the 'she' who is
Captain Stafford. And your wife."

I kind of figured my dream would know who I was: Cayci, as in
Acacia-but-I-don't-use-it, Stafford. But wife? Not that Tall Guy couldn't
qualify as the man of my dreams. He could, with that lean, handsome face and
to-die-for broad shoulders. Maybe in my next dream I'd call him Tall And
Gorgeous. 'Tag' for short.

He was staring at me. Nice brown eyes. "You really don't remember me?" He
grabbed my hand and squeezed it rather affectionately. Then his thumb traced
my fingers in a decidedly sensual and suggestive fashion.

Really.

Lab Coat waved the pad in my face again. "No, she doesn't."

I slanted him a withering glance. If I'd wanted him to answer for me, I
would've told him.

"It's only a dream," I told Tag, deciding the name fit him right now.
"Tomorrow night I'll remember you and we'll spend the rest of my summer
vacation on, oh, I don't know." I grabbed the first jumble of letters in my
mind. "Zenara. We'll go sailing."

"We went sailing on Zenara three years ago."