"Lisa Tuttle - Honey, I'm Home!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tuttle Lisa)

What was the name of the character played by Don Johnson? Sonny.
Sonny something. King of the wild frontier.

Gina smiled, sank back on the carpet and closed her eyes,
remembering. Sonny Crockett. How many years ago was it? Three? Four?
It was the time she was hung up on Lane, and it must be nearly three years
now since sheтАЩd seen him at all. They used to go out for drinks and talk for
hours on the phone. Mostly they acted like pals, but sometimes they were
like lovers, edgy and flirtatious. He was married, so of course he couldnтАЩt
be interested in her, she thought, and so her crush on him grew, unspoken,
until he started telling her things about his marriage that she didnтАЩt want to
know. As he seemed more interested in her she began to question her own
interest in him; getting to know him better she liked him less while
becoming more involved - it was all very emotionally confusing and
exhausting.

What a relief it had been to go home and forget all that, to feel
straightforward, uncomplicated lust for someone she didnтАЩt know and would
never meet. Someone who would never burden her with the secrets of his
soul, complaints about his wife, the problems of his childhood, his health
worries. Someone who was fit and strong and unattached, with a smashing
wardrobe and his own boat.

For nearly an hour every week she was able to forget Lane, forget
work, forget money worries, forget being lonely or being in love and simply
be warmed by the sunlight, the jewel colours, and Sonny CrockettтАЩs sexy
smile.

That was what she wanted. A smart, funny, tough, slightly scruffy
fashion plate. A man of the eighties, he would expect his girlfriend to have
her own demanding career rather than wait at home for him all day. He
probably wouldnтАЩt be around all that much himself, since he was usually
working undercover to bust evil drug dealers and mob kingpins. As far as
women were concerned he was neither a Don Juan nor emotionally
retarded. He lived by himself but sometimes fell in love.

Heart pounding hard, Gina got up, turned off the radio and turned on
the TV, then went into the kitchenette, thinking of that bottle of Chardonnay
in the fridge. Would it be jumping the gun to open it now? He might not turn
up for hours. Or, of course, he might not turn up at all, in which case at least
sheтАЩd have the wine for comfort.

Why not, it was nearly lunchtime. There were eggs and cheese for an
omelette, lettuce and tomato for a salad, and the wine to make it special.
She got eggs, cheese and butter from the refrigerator and put them to one
side on the counter. She took out two glasses and uncorked the bottle. She
had just put down the corkscrew when she felt a presence behind her. She
smiled and leaned back as his arms slipped around her waist, inhaling the
scent she already seemed to know.