On Wings Of Love. Ashley Summers

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СКАЧАТЬ so I bought it, added two more planes and voila! T. L. Airlines: offering commuter service between San Juan Islands and SEA-TAC as well as private charters.”

      She smiled, touched by the pride in his voice. “How many planes do you have?”

      “Five in all.”

      “And you run this B&B, too? My, you are a busy man!” She tasted her coffee. “Umm, good coffee. You said your grandparents owned the house. Have they passed on?” she asked with exquisite delicacy.

      “Heck, no! They just moved on. To Florida, where it’s s warm and sunny all year round. I was fed up with New York and they were tired of rain and cold, so I bought this place from them, and they flew off like two lovebirds escaped from their cage!”

      Katy laughed delightedly, her spirits lifting as her laughter ignited his. Something warm and sparkling had entered the atmosphere. Her heart, her body, even her soul responded to its effervescent magic.

      “You really like this house, hmm?” he said.

      Her eyes veiled. “Yes.”

      “Me, too.” Sensing her unease, Thomas swallowed his probing questions and cast about for something that would bring them close again. “You ever lived on a farm?”

      She laughed. “Certainly I have. A whole summer, in fact. I loved it”

      “You’re kidding!” He squinted at her. “A working farm?”

      “Yes. I milked cows, baled hay, fed pigs, drove a tractor, you name it.” She took a bite of buttered muffin. “Mmm, this is good. The butter, too.”

      “The butter is made by the nuns on the next island. They have the smallest dairy in the world, three cows. They also make cheese.”

      Somewhat bemused, he stared at her. Unbelievable that those elegant hands had ever milked a cow. And baled hay? She must not be as fragile as she looked.

      He ate a handful of strawberries while he examined her heart-shaped face. Her wide, generous mouth was a delicious contrast to the aristocratic little nose. Her hair was tamed today, firmly caught in a knot that was already spilling curls down her neck. Silver earrings graced her ears, and a wide, matching bracelet clamped one thin wrist.

      Why was she so thin? Because that was the style now, all skin and bones and sharp angles. Although she didn’t look to have too many sharp angles. None at all, in fact.

      He put another muffin and two strips of bacon on her plate. “You a vegetarian?” he asked.

      “Not entirely. Not with bacon this good. Organic?”

      “Yeah, friend-grown pork. No chemicals, no growth hormones. I sure wouldn’t have figured you for the farm life. What are you doing in California?”

      “I’m a writer and photographer-travel books, scenic tours, that sort of thing, for magazines.”

      Without thinking, she poured him a cup of coffee and took pleasure in the small service.

      It pleased him, too, inordinately. He shook his dark head. “Fascinating. But I’d have guessed you for an actress.”

      Her nose wrinkled. “Hardly.”

      “How’d you get started in photography?”

      “Just came naturally, I guess. I loved taking pictures even as a girl. I had one of those cheap little cameras that took fuzzy pictures, but I thought they were great.” Katy stirred her coffee round and round as the past crowded in with surprising force. “You’re lucky to have such a close relationship. with your grandparents,” she said softly.

      “You don’t?” Thomas watched her spoon make another lap around the cup before she answered.

      “No. Dad married Mother against his parents’ wishes. So there was very little communication between them. It’s ironic, really,” she said musingly. “That they inherited us, I mean. After our parents died, we lived with Grammy Rose, Mom’s mother, for three years. A lovely, loving woman... Then she died, and we were passed on to our paternal grandparents in Boston. None of us were very happy about the situation.”

      Katy halted, chagrined at her loose tongue. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get so personal.”

      “No! Don’t be sorry,” Thomas protested. He was aware of her discomfort, but his need to know the forces that had molded and shaped this beguiling woman had become incredibly strong. “Why weren’t you happy?” he asked urgently. “How old were you?”

      “Seven.” Her voice thinned. “Our grandparents were...well, they were old. Even though they were only in their sixties, they were old, quite incapable of reorganizing their life-style around two little girls.”

      “I see.” Suddenly, nebulously angry, Thomas hunched over his coffee mug. “What was their solution?”

      “Boarding schools. The very best, of course. But we did spend the holidays at home.”

      “That must have been tough,” he said, and for an instant she thought he had touched her, so warm and soft was his voice.

      Tensing, she sipped her coffee and welcomed its scalding heat on her tongue. To her astonishment, she was battling an urge to pour out her entire life story.

      She shrugged. “Not so tough. We had everything we needed.”

      Except love, Thomas thought grimly. But instinct warned him against displaying his compassion. She might mistake it for pity. “You said two little girls,” he remembered. “Who was the other one?”

      “Karin. My twin sister.”

      “Good heavens, you mean there are two of you?” he asked with mock horror.

      “No, not anymore.”

      Thomas sobered. Her lashes swept down, but not before he caught a glimpse of the sadness sheening those darkened eyes. His voice roughened. “What happened?”

      “She died last year.”

      The starkness of her reply unsettled Katy as much as Thomas. Why on earth had she told him about Karin? It was too personal, too intimate! She shot to her feet with a glance at her watch.

      “Gosh, look at the time! I’ve got to go—I’m meeting Patsy in a few minutes. She’s showing me some of the sights. Breakfast was wonderful, Thomas. Thank you.”

      Thomas gave a courteous but absentminded response. He was thinking how much he’d like to show her the island. “Will you be home late?”

      Her eyes narrowed.

      Back off, Logan, Thomas castigated himself. She’s a paying guest. It’s none of your business when she comes in!

      But he damn well wanted to make it his business.

      “Well, that really doesn’t matter,” he went on briskly. “You have a key, so... Enjoy your day, Katy.”

      “You, too,” she said, and then she was gone, leaving СКАЧАТЬ