"Aaron Wolfe - Invasion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wolfe Aaron)

I sighed. "Horses sometimes get spooked for no good reason at all." I
tried to embrace her again.

She was still intent upon listening to .the horses, and she shushed me
and held me off.

I said, "I know I locked the barn doorsтАФso it can't be that the wind is
bothering them."

"What about the heaters?"

"They've been switched on since the last week of October," I said. "I
never touch them."

"You're certain?"

"Of course."

"WellтАж Maybe the heaters have broken down, and the barn's gotten
cold."

Reluctantly I let go of her and leaned away from her. "You want me to
see about it?"

"Would you?"

"Right away," I said, punctuating it with a well delivered sigh of regret.

"I'm sorry, Don," she said, her gazelle eyes wide and blue and absolutely
stunning. "But I can't be happyтАж I can't feel romantic if those poor horses
are out there freezing."

I got up. "Neither can I," I admitted. Their squeals were really pitiful.
"Though I'd have given it a good try."

"I'll get your coat."

"And my scarf and gloves and stocking cap and frostbite medicine," I
said.

She gave me one last smile to keep me warm in the snowstorm. It
wasn't the sort of smile most men got from their wives: it was much too
seductive for that, too smoky and sultry, not in the least bit domestic.

Five minutes later she huddled in the unheated, glass-enclosed sun
porch while I pulled on my boots and zipped them up. As I was about to
leave she grabbed me by one arm and pulled me down and gave me a
quick kiss on the cheek.