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Название: Mail-Order Matty

Автор: Emilie Richards

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ it?” Damon asked.

      “Oh yes.”

      “It’s called Inspiration. The cay was named for the house. The man who built it wanted this to be a place where artists and creative people of all kinds could come and spend time to gather their thoughts or start work on their next projects. Over the century some very important people spent time here, but no records have been kept. The owner didn’t want people stopping by to ogle Inspiration’s guests. The next owner carried on the tradition, and Arthur is trying to, as well.”

      “And that’s why you’re here…”

      “Time will tell if Arthur’s made a mistake or not.”

      She wanted to ask him more about that, and planned to later. She knew very little about what Damon was doing or why he was doing it on a remote Bahamian island. He had told her that he had needed a place and time to do his research, and Arthur had provided them. But everything else was foggy.

      “Can you make it up the steps?” Damon asked.

      “I promise…I won’t throw myself at you again.”

      “Something tells me that was a new experience for you.”

      She apologized, as she had when she had regained consciousness in his arms. “I started out training as a surgical nurse. I never felt dizzy no matter what I had to do.”

      “I wasn’t talking about fainting. I was talking about throwing yourself at a man.”

      She laughed, embarrassed. “I don’t seem to have much talent for it, do I? I was unconscious during the best part.”

      “I don’t know. You made sure I was right there to catch you. That shows some talent. Maybe you just need practice.”

      “Not if the aftermath is a pounding headache and total humiliation. I’ll have new sympathy for my patients when I go back to nursing.”

      He had been walking beside her without touching her. Now he took her arm, his fingers just barely brushing her skin. “Let’s get the introductions over, then we’ll get you to bed. A couple of aspirin and a good night’s sleep. I bet you won’t even radio for help tomorrow.”

      “You’re safe. Getting off the island would be worse than staying.”

      “You’ll probably never have to endure another trip in by boat like that one. Normally we can fly in to Staniel Cay and be here by boat in twenty minutes. But I couldn’t charter a flight to Staniel yesterday.”

      “Oh…”

      “I’ll make this up to you.”

      The thought of that sent heat skidding down her spine. She felt suddenly giddy, even without waves tossing the deck beneath her. “I’ll hold you to that.”

      He looked down at her and smiled a little. Nothing as wonderful as a promise showed in his eyes, but neither did he seem disgusted with her for all her weaknesses. Their gazes caught and held, and for a moment she couldn’t draw breath. She was standing in paradise with Damon Quinn at her side, a Damon who was set on marrying her. And Minnesota seemed very far away.

      He lifted a hand, as if to smooth a lock of her hair back into place. Before she could even smile or breathe, the front door was flung open with a bang and a wizened old woman appeared, silhouetted against the light of a central hallway.

      “Your li’l girl, she be crying for an hour, and not a thing Miss Nanny done for her turn the tide.”

      “Nanny…” Damon dropped Matty’s arm and started forward. “Did you feed her?”

      “What is it you t’ink I do, Damon Quinn?” She said his name as if it were one lyrical word. “You t’ink I stand there, bottle in hand, and tease her with it? You t’ink I wave it in her face? That what you t’ink?”

      “I think you’ve taken excellent care of her, as usual. I’m just trying to find out exactly what you’ve done.”

      “This your woman?”

      Damon turned, as if he’d forgotten Matty. “I’m sorry. Nanny, this is Matty.” He reversed the introduction, clipping off his words. “Where is she?”

      “She be in the screen porch, Damon Quinn. I rock her in the hammock. She cries I not rock, so I rock an hour. More.” She lifted narrow bony shoulders almost to her earlobes.

      “I’ll get her.”

      “You do that. She stop you pick her up. She know I be tired of rocking.”

      Damon disappeared into the house and left the two women to confront each other. Nanny folded her arms. She wasn’t much more than four and a half feet tall, although she might have been taller in her youth. She had a wiry body that seemed to have folded and compacted with age. Her dark face was furrowed with deep lines, as if life had plowed that field and harvested what it had sown again and again. She wore a faded cotton print dress and a red kerchief tied at the back of her thin gray curls. Right now the curls bounced as she shook her head.

      “Somet’ing wrong with you?”

      Matty managed a smile. “More than you’ll ever want to hear about. Let’s just say I’m a terrible sailor.”

      “No one in my family ever git sick on the water.”

      “No one in my family’s ever even been on the water. At least, nobody who lived to tell about it.” Matty started forward.

      “You come here, you don’t like the sea, maybe you don’t like Inspiration, either, or people on Inspiration. Maybe you don’t like coming at all.”

      Matty had never felt less like passing tests, but her smile only faltered a little. “Right now I don’t. I’m glad you’re so perceptive. It’ll make getting along that much easier.”

      Nanny frowned, but she seemed momentarily at a loss for words.

      “The thing is,” Matty continued, “I don’t like anything right now because I’m exhausted and my head feels like someone’s inside it playing kettledrums. I wouldn’t even like my own mother right now. So thanks for understanding.”

      “You got drums in your head, I got tea.”

      “I would kill for a cup of your tea.”

      “You sit in my kitchen.” Nanny pivoted and started through the hallway. Matty climbed the stairs to follow her.

      Inside, the screaming of an infant was easily audible. Either Damon hadn’t yet rescued his daughter or Heidi hadn’t succumbed to his charms. Either way, Matty wanted to follow the sounds and at least glimpse her new charge, but she knew she’d better do as Nanny had ordered. The old woman wasn’t going to be won over easily.

      She found the kitchen at the rear of the house by following the hall and cutting through lighted rooms. She was too tired to register much. The rooms were spacious, with high ceilings and tall windows. The furnishings were sparse but interesting, as if schooners from all over the world had docked here and traded ornately carved chests, cupboards СКАЧАТЬ