Before Sunrise. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      He caught her long braid and tugged on it. His dark eyes probed hers. “I hate your hair bound up like this. I’d like to get a handful of it.”

      “I know how you feel,” she murmured, glancing pointedly at his own ponytail.

      He smiled. “We’ll have to let our hair down together again some time,” he mused, “and compare length.”

      “Yours is much thicker than mine,” she observed. She pictured it loose, as she’d seen it, when they were tracking people around the toxic waste site last year. She remembered standing on the riverbank with him while they kissed in a fever that never seemed to cool. If they hadn’t been interrupted, anything could have happened. She flushed as she remembered how his hair had felt in her hands that last few minutes they were together as he crushed her down the length of that long, powerful body…

      “Cut it out,” he said, glancing at the thin gold watch on his wrist. “I have to catch a plane.”

      She cleared her throat and tried not to look as hot and bothered as she felt. And he tried not to see that she was.

      They finished their meal and he drove her back to the hotel where Clayton and Derrie were staying. He parked the car in a parking space a healthy walk from the hotel door, under a maple tree, and turned to her. The difference in their heights was even more apparent when they were seated. Her head barely came up to his chin. It excited him. He didn’t understand why.

      “I have my own room,” she said without looking up. “And Derrie and Clayton won’t be back yet.”

      “I won’t come in,” he said deliberately. “I don’t have much time.”

      “I wish you could stay and have supper with us,” she remarked.

      “I left a case hanging fire to come here. It was all I could do to manage one day.”

      “I don’t know anything about you, really,” she told him honestly. “You said you were FBI when you were in Charleston, and then you told Derrie you were CIA, then you turned out to be a government prosecutor. You keep secrets.”

      “Yes, but I don’t lie as a rule,” he said. “I would have told you more if I’d been around long enough. It wasn’t necessary, because I wasn’t going to be around, and we both knew it. I came here against my better judgment, Phoebe. I’m too old and too jaded for a woman your age. You haven’t even reached the stage of French kissing, while I’ve long passed the stage of Victorian courtship.”

      She felt her cheeks burn, but she met his eyes levelly. “In other words, if you stayed around long enough, you’d want to sleep with me.”

      His dark eyes ran slowly over her face. “I already want to sleep with you,” he said. “There’s nothing I want more. That’s why I’m going to get on a plane and go straight back to D.C.”

      She wasn’t sure how she felt. Her eyes searched his. “You might ask,” she said.

      “Ask what?”

      “If I’d like to sleep with you,” she said.

      “I might not like the answer.”

      She studied his hard, lean face. “Would any woman do?”

      He touched her cheek. “I’m old-fashioned,” he said quietly. “I don’t play games. I’ve only had a handful of women in my life. They all meant something to me at the time, and most of them still speak to me pleasantly enough.”

      She sighed gently and her eyes were sad as she smiled up at him. “I wish you’d stay,” she said honestly. “But I wouldn’t try to make you feel guilty about it. Thank you for coming to my graduation,” she added. “It was kind of you.”

      He was watching her hungrily and hoping it didn’t show. “It’s just as well that you’re bristling with principles,” he said. “Our cultures won’t mix at close range, Phoebe. They’re too different. You’ve studied anthropology for years. You know the reasons as well as I do.”

      “Good Lord, I’m not proposing marriage!” she burst out.

      “Good thing,” he mused. “I’m married to my job. But if you’re ever in the market for a lover, I’ll be around.”

      She gave him a pointed look. “Thanks bunches.”

      “Just a thought,” he returned thoughtfully. “All the same, you might consider me a friend, if you ever need one. D.C. is a big, exciting place. I’ll be close by if you ever get in trouble.”

      She studied his hard face, seeing the maturity in it. He was devastating at close range like this, and she’d never wanted anything so much as she wanted a chance to have him in her life. But they were already at an impasse, just as they’d been last year. There was a conflict of principles as well as cultures between them, and complicating it all was that formidable age difference. But, oh, he was sexy. She smiled faintly as her eyes roamed over his lean face possessively.

      He cocked a heavy eyebrow. “Looking at me that way will bring you to grief,” he chided softly.

      She shrugged. “Promises, promises.”

      He touched the tip of her nose with his forefinger. “If I ever make one to you, I’ll keep it. Congratulations. I’m proud of you.”

      She sighed. “Thanks again for coming all this way to watch me graduate. It meant a lot to me.” Her eyes searched his and she smiled wistfully. “I hate public places.”

      He caught her long, thick braid and tugged her closer, so that her head went back against the seat and her face was under his. “This isn’t public,” he whispered against her mouth.

      She barely got over the shock of his warm, hard lips on hers before he drew back and released her. He was already cursing himself for that lapse. He hadn’t meant to do it. This whole trip had been against his better judgment, but he couldn’t help himself.

      She was watching him like a blue-eyed cat.

      “Something on your mind?” he prompted.

      “Yes. Is that it?” she asked pertly. “That’s the best you can do?”

      “Excuse me?” he asked.

      She sighed and touched his chin lightly with her fingers. “I can’t help but compare that very anemic peck with the unbridled, passionate kiss you gave me last year on a riverbank,” she said outrageously.

      He looked down his long, straight nose at her. “That was last year. Things were less complicated.”

      Her eyebrows went up. “Yes?” she prompted.

      He traced her small ear with his forefinger and seemed to be brooding at the same time. “I have a brother, Isaac,” he replied. “He’s fourteen years younger than I am. About your age, in fact. My parents and I managed to get him through high school, but ever since, he’s had one brush with the law after another. Now it’s woman trouble. My mother has a bad heart and my father and I are afraid that all this is going to kill her.”

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