Tender Stranger. Diana Palmer
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Название: Tender Stranger

Автор: Diana Palmer

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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      His eyes darkened and he turned his face away. “I hope they serve lunch on this flight,” he remarked, changing the subject with brutal abruptness. “I haven’t had anything since last night.”

      “You must be starved!” she exclaimed. She began to dig in her bag as the plane jerked and eased toward the runway. “I have a piece of cake left over from the autograph party. I didn’t have time to eat it. Would you like it?” she asked, and offered him a slice of coconut cake.

      He smiled slowly. “No. I’ll wait. But thank you.”

      She shrugged. “I don’t really need it. I’m trying to lose about twenty pounds.”

      His eyes went over her. She was a little overweight. Not fat, just nicely rounded. He almost told her so. But then he remembered what treacherous creatures women were, and bit back the hasty words. He had concerns of his own, and no time for little spinsters. He leaned back and closed his eyes, shutting her out.

      The flight passed uneventfully, but if he’d hoped to walk off the plane in Veracruz and forget about his seatmate, he was doomed to disappointment. When the plane finally rolled to a stop she stepped out into the aisle, juggling her luggage, and the sack containing her books broke into a thousand pieces.

      Dutch tried not to laugh at the horrified expression on her face as he gathered the books quickly together and threw them into her seat, then herded her out of the aisle.

      “Oh, Lord,” she moaned, looking as if fate and the Almighty were out to get her.

      “Most travelers carry a spare bag inside their suitcases,” he said hopefully as the other passengers filed out.

      She looked up at him helplessly, all big gray eyes and shy pleading, and for an instant he actually forgot what he was saying. Her complexion was exquisite, he thought. He would have bet that she hardly ever used, or needed to use, beauty creams.

      “Spare bag?” she echoed. “Spare bag!” She grinned. “Yes, of course.” She shifted restlessly.

      “Well?” he prompted gently.

      She pointed to the overhead rack.

      “We’ll wait for everyone else to get off,” he said. “Mine’s up there, too; it’s all right. No big deal.”

      She brushed back strands of wild hair and looked haunted. “I’m so organized back home,” she muttered. “Not a stick of furniture out of place. But let me get outside the city limits of Greenville and I can’t stick a fork on a plate without help.”

      He couldn’t help laughing. “We’ll get you sorted out,” he said. “Where are you booked?”

      “Book…oh, the hotel? It’s the Mirador,” she said.

      Fate, he thought with a wistful smile. “That’s where my reservation is,” he said.

      Her face lit up, and the look in her eyes faintly embarrassed him. She was gazing at him with a mixture of blind trust and hopeful expectation.

      “Do you know the hotel? I mean, have you been here before?” she faltered, trying not to pry.

      “Several times,” he confessed. “I come down here once or twice a year when I need to get away.” He glanced around. “Let’s go.”

      He got down her suitcase and helped her extricate the spare bag from the case with a wry glance at the neat cotton nightgowns and underwear. She blushed wildly at that careless scrutiny, and he turned his attention to her books, packing them neatly and deftly.

      She followed him out of the plane with gratitude shining on her face. She could have kissed him for not making fun of her, for helping her out. Imagine, she thought, a man like that actually doing something for her!

      “I’m sorry to have been so much trouble,” she blurted out, almost running to keep up with him as they headed toward customs and immigration. She was searching desperately for her passport, and missed the indulgent smile that softened his hard features momentarily.

      “No trouble at all,” he replied. “Got your passport?”

      She sighed, holding it up. “Thank God I did something right,” she moaned. “I’ve never even used it before.”

      “First time out of the States?” he asked pleasantly as they waited in line.

      “First time out, yes,” she confessed. “I just turned twenty-six. I thought I’d better do something adventurous fast, before I ran out of time.”

      He frowned. “My God, twenty-six isn’t old,” he said.

      “No,” she agreed. “But it isn’t terribly young, either.” She didn’t look at him. Her eyes were quiet and sad, and she was thinking back to all the long years of loneliness.

      “Is there a man?” he asked without quite knowing why.

      She laughed with a cynicism that actually surprised him, and the wide eyes that looked up into his seemed ancient. “I have no illusions at all about myself,” she said, and moved ahead with her huge purse.

      He stared at her straight back with mingled emotions, confusing emotions. Why should it matter to him that she was alone? He shook his head and glanced around him to break the spell. It was none of his business.

      Minutes later she was through customs. She almost waited for her tall companion, but she thought that one way or another, she’d caused him enough trouble. The tour company had provided transfers from the airport to the hotel, but a cab seemed much more inviting and less crowded. She managed to hail one, and with her bag of books and suitcase, bustled herself into it.

      “Hotel Mirador,” she said.

      The cab driver smiled broadly and gunned the engine as he pulled out into the crowded street. Dani, full of new experiences and delightful sensations, tried to look everywhere at once. The Bay of Campeche was blue and delightful, and there were glimpses of palms and sand and many hotels. Veracruz was founded in the early 1500s and looked as many old cities of that period did, its architecture alternating between the days of piracy and the space age. Dani would have loved to dive straight into some sight-seeing, but she was already uncomfortable in the formidable heat, and she knew it would be foolish to rush out without letting her body acclimate itself to its new environment.

      As she gazed at the rows of hotels, the driver pulled into one of them, a two-story white building with graceful arches and a profusion of blooming flowers. It had only been a few minutes’ ride from the airport, but the fare was confusing. And a little intimidating. Twenty dollars, just for several miles. But perhaps it was the custom, she thought, and paid him uncomplainingly.

      He grinned broadly again, tipped his hat, and left her at the reservation desk.

      She gave the clerk her name and waited with bated breath until her reservation was found. Finally, she had a room. Everything would be all right.

      The room was nice. It overlooked the city, unfortunately, not the beautiful bay. But she hadn’t expected much for the wonderfully low rates that had come with the package tour. She took off her sweater, amazed that it had felt so comfortable back in the States where СКАЧАТЬ