The Single Life. Liz Wood
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Название: The Single Life
Автор: Liz Wood
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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It didn’t matter that Helen had said she would stick to Chrissie’s room. She had to cook and to eat and to bathe. To do that, she had to venture into other parts of the house. The parts Lauren thought of as “hers,” but which were rapidly becoming Helen’s.
Of course, Helen didn’t realize what she was doing when she forgot to return the spoon to the sugar bowl or left the kitchen tap running, or stomped mud on the porch instead of on the mat.
They were little things, irrelevant things. But they irritated Lauren all the more because she couldn’t complain about them. Who could she complain to, anyway? Helen would certainly apologize and then she would forget what she had done. Chrissie would snort and tell her mother to get on with it, just as she had done when Lauren had confronted her about Helen’s surprise arrival.
“It’s for your own good,” she had said.
“You seem to be forgetting who you are talking to, Chrissie. I’m the mother in this relationship. I watch out for your good. Not the other way round.”
“We already tried that. Now it’s my turn. Oh, and Mom, what’s this about a haircut?”
“Alice and I decided to try something new,” Lauren began only to realize what her daughter was up to. “But Chrissie—”
“Helen says it looks nice.”
“Chrissie—”
“Oh, come on, Mom. She needs a place to stay, you need some money.”
“I don’t need strangers in the house.”
“She’s not a stranger. She’s almost family.”
“Not family, Chrissie. She’s a friend.”
“A very dear friend. Practically a sister. Surely you can adopt her for a while? After Jeff and me, it shouldn’t be that big a deal.”
Actually, it was a big deal. It was hard enough for Lauren to take care of herself. How could she take on Helen as well? But Lauren let it go. At least it was for a good cause. The rent money would buy her a little more time with the house.
Anton knocked on the door and entered without waiting. Clare joined him at the table and pulled the file he had placed there toward her. She tapped her fingers against it, but didn’t open it. Instead she forced herself to look straight into his mesmerizing deep blue eyes.
“Anton,” she said, stretching as tall as she could, trying to be as imposing as her five feet seven inch height would allow. “About what happened the other night… I just… I just wanted to say thank-you. For getting me a cab, I mean.”
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