The Guardian. Bethany Campbell
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Название: The Guardian
Автор: Bethany Campbell
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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“The stalker?” Hawkshaw added.
“Yes. Him. God, I don’t even have a name for him. He’s trying to destroy our lives, and I don’t even know his name. I hate it. I hate him.”
She shot him a look so volatile that it startled Hawkshaw. Beneath her sadness was passion, a firestorm of it. Then she looked down, as if ashamed of letting her emotions fly free for even an instant.
“It’s not about me so much,” she said, kicking at the surf. “It’s Charlie, what it’s done to him. That’s what I can’t forgive.”
Hawkshaw frowned. To him, it was the mother, not the boy, who seemed hurt and disturbed.
“Charlie seems fine,” he said. “Maybe you worry too much.”
She gave him another sharp look, just as turbulent as the first. “I can’t worry too much. Charlie’s got a special problem. It’s affected his learning. He—he can’t read. He has to repeat first grade.”
She acted as if her words were some sort of horrible confession. Hawkshaw said, “That’s no sin.”
Her chin jerked up, and her eyes went straight back to the boy. “It’s hardly a blessing. He hates school—with a passion. He misbehaves. He doesn’t make friends. He has problems with self-esteem.”
“Self-esteem,” Hawkshaw repeated, sarcasm in his voice. To him, it sounded as if she’d read too many psychology books.
She said, “Self-esteem is a big issue for children with attention deficiencies.”
“Issue,” he echoed in the same tone.
“Never mind,” she said curtly.
“He’s a good kid. What more do you want?”
“He’s good here,” she answered. “He’s good now. But you make it seem like a big vacation. I mean, it’s kind of you, and he loves it, but it’s not the real world.”
“It’s my real world,” said Hawkshaw. “And you didn’t answer. What more do you want from him?”
She shook her head. “I’m not asking that he turn into a genius. I just want him to be able to read, for God’s sake. That’s all.”
“I see,” said Hawkshaw.
She sighed and passed a hand over her hair to tame it, but it refused to be tamed. “I know,” she said. “I sound like a neurotic mother. Maybe I am. I don’t even know. Being stalked is hard work, you know? It wears you down. You lose perspective. Oh, hellfire.”
Against his will he gave her a one-cornered smile. “I hear the pay’s lousy, too.”
“It is lousy.” She didn’t smile in return, but a dimple appeared in her cheek. It played intriguingly and for all too short a time. He wanted it to come back.
“But,” she said, trying to smooth her hair again, “I’m not a freeloader. I pull my own weight I see a lot of things around your house that need to be done. I want you to let me do them.”
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