The Real Allie Newman. Janice Carter
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Название: The Real Allie Newman
Автор: Janice Carter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Spiro gestured last to a burly man in a navy-blue uniform standing on a lower step between the terrace and the drive. “Marko, my driver.” The man merely tipped his head at Allie, not bothering to make eye contact.
“Shall we go inside?” Spiro asked, his voice sounding weary. “We’ll have drinks on the back terrace in half an hour. Maria will show you to your room, Allie.” He ushered Allie toward the door, his palm resting lightly at the small of her back. In the doorway, she suddenly wheeled around to see if Joel was coming, too.
He was still leaning against the side of the Cadillac, arms folded across his chest. She hadn’t anticipated his parting, though realized his job for Spiro Kostakis was likely completed. Still, she couldn’t simply wave goodbye without talking to him one last time, could she? She hesitated, aware that the others were waiting for her to enter.
Joel’s voice rang out. “Mr. Kostakis, may I have a word with you before I leave?”
Spiro frowned. “Come to my study,” he finally said, and with Yolanda’s assistance, shuffled through the open door. The others filed inside, taking Allie with them. She cast another look at Joel before she was herded into the cool, dark interior of the Kostakis mansion.
LIKE BAIT TO SHARKS, Joel thought, watching Allie being swarmed by the Kostakis clan and urged inside. When she’d turned around from the threshold to look at him, something in her face caught at him, and that was when he knew his part in this family drama mustn’t end. Impulsively he’d called out to Spiro. When he saw the relief wash across her face, he knew his instincts were right.
As everyone moved into the house, his brain went into overdrive, searching for some convincing reason to stay. Then he, too, headed up the granite staircase, ignoring a smirking Marko, and went inside. The foyer gleamed with polished hardwood, mahogany and oak trim and sparkling crystal. Joel had seen layouts of the house once in a trendy home-design magazine; the real thing was even more spectacular.
He’d been interviewed for the job by George at the Kostakis skyscraper in downtown Detroit, but had seen maps of the family compound. Hence his brief tour-guide recitation to Allie on the way in. Huge vases containing ornate flower arrangements were artfully placed throughout the foyer. A winding staircase swept up from the center of the hall, and Joel had a glimpse of a black skirt disappearing off the landing above. Maria, he wondered, or Effie?
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