"Dead Aim" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johansen Iris)

Epilogue

Trinidad

Her footsteps made no sound on the soft sand.

Yet she knew he was aware of her presence. He didn't look up from his canvas, but she could see the slight tension in the muscles of his back.

"You shouldn't have come, Alex."

She kept walking toward him. "How did you know it was me?"

"Your smell. I'd never forget your smell. Not if I lived to be a hundred and fifty." "I'd never forget your smell either." She stopped beside him. "Though I might not be able to detect it from ten feet away."

"How did you find me?"

"Galen. It took him a while, but he finally located you. It would have helped if you hadn't moved around so much." "You shouldn't have come."

"You said that before."

"It bears repeating. Andreas cleared you. Go on with your life."

"I am. I'm here."

"I may have to stay on this island for a long time. Andreas has to be very careful about trying to clear me. There might be too many questions. And we've already discussed this isn't the kind of life for you."

"No, it's not. But I don't have a choice right now. It's where you are." Her voice was shaking. "And where you are, there I'll be. Make up your mind to it. You may not love me now, but you will. I'll see to it."

He didn't look away from the painting. "That's not the problem." She stiffened. "That's the most bullshit statement of com mitment I've ever heard. I deserve better."

"I'm not committing. Go home."

"The hell I will." She took his arm and twirled him to face her. "You listen to me. I'm here, and I'm going to stay here. I'm not going away because you think I'd be better off without you. You're stuck with me. I can live on an island. I can live on the run. I can live anywhere as long as I'm with you. If I get bored here, I can always go and help Melis rescue dolphins or something. Now, put down that paintbrush and let's go find somewhere to make love. It's been too long."

He looked down at her. "You won't go away?"

"No."

"Not ever?"

"Forget it. I'm here until hell freezes over. You've had it,

Morgan." A smile lit his face as he threw his paintbrush down. His arms closed around her.

"Thank God."