Sugar Pine Trail. RaeAnne Thayne
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Название: Sugar Pine Trail
Автор: RaeAnne Thayne
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474075602
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He wasn’t perfect. Far from it.
“Maybe I could develop adult-onset acne,” he suggested.
The scowl disappeared as her eyes widened with approval. “Yes! That would be great.”
He laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“See? You’re so nice. That’s why all the girls like you so much. The girl people and the girl cats.”
He laughed again, more intrigued than he had been by a woman in a long, long time. Maybe living upstairs from the town librarian wouldn’t be such a hardship, after all.
“Thanks for that. Are you going to be okay? I’m not sure I feel right about leaving you alone in your...condition.”
“What’s my condition?” She narrowed her gaze at him like a confused baby owl.
“Sleepy. The best thing for you right now, trust me, is to get some rest.”
As if his words had planted the seed, she yawned suddenly. “I am tired. I guess you’re right.”
“Good night, Ms. Winston.”
“You can call me Julia. If you want to.”
As she stood with her hand on the door and her hair falling loose, she looked vulnerable and alone and a little lost.
He had the odd thought that the two of them just might be kindred spirits.
The moment the idea entered his brain he pushed it violently away. Kindred spirits? He and an uptight, prickly librarian?
How stupid was that?
“You got it, Julia. And I’m Jamie.”
“I know,” she whispered.
He had to get out of here before he did something stupid.
“Good night.”
He started to close the door behind her, but she stuck her foot it in and stood with her face wedged between the door and the frame. “Wait. If we were on a date, you would kiss me.”
Her lips suddenly seemed eminently kissable, plump and pink and delicious looking. What would she do if he pulled the rest of her wayward hair down, buried his hands in it and pressed her back against that door?
She was impaired, he reminded himself.
“Maybe. If you wanted me to.”
“I would,” she whispered.
She was impaired, plus she was a stodgy librarian and totally not his type, he reminded himself. Still, he couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to taste her.
Because she looked so lonely and because he tried to be that nice guy to girl people and girl cats alike, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Good night, Julia. Sleep well.”
She gave a wistful-sounding sigh and closed the door.
Heart pounding far more than it should be, Jamie headed for the stairs.
Julia Winston was trouble.
Who would have guessed? His tight-laced, no-nonsense landlady had a core of passion and heat inside of her. The man who could unleash that would be very lucky, indeed.
He wasn’t that man. He could never be—no matter how hard he might wish otherwise.
“HOW ARE YOU holding up, my dear?”
Julia managed a half smile for Barbara Serrano as she scanned her pile of library books into the system.
“I’m here and I’m breathing. That’s something, right?”
Barbara laughed. “That sangria was lethal. Trust Roxy to get us all hammered, right before Thanksgiving. I haven’t had a hangover since my sorority days.”
The very dignified restaurant owner still didn’t appear to have a hair out of place. Lucky.
“I’m doing okay so far. Over the last few hours, my headache has slipped down to this sucks level, which is a big improvement from this morning’s, when I thought I was going to have to borrow a power drill to relieve the pressure in my skull.”
Barbara chuckled. “It was a fun night, though, wasn’t it? I hope we weren’t too loud for your new neighbor.”
At the reminder of Jamie, the vague, unsettling feeling that had been haunting her all day returned with a vengeance.
She couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something...untoward had happened with him the night before.
She had these odd snippets of memory, and she wasn’t sure if they were real or some fantasy-fueled dream. She could picture him, clear as day, standing on her stairs in his bare feet, holding a cat.
Would she have conjured that up out of her imagination? Possibly. But what about the masculine scent of him, bergamot and cedar with a little hint of cloves? Why did that seem so clear in her memory bank?
Worse than that, somehow the words Jamie and kiss had become intertwined in her mind. That was ridiculous, of course. Wasn’t it?
She hadn’t seen the man the night before. She was almost positive of it. But then, she only had loose recollections of the evening from about her fourth sangria on.
She hoped with all her heart that she was imagining those little flickers of memory. It would have been beyond humiliating if Jamie had seen her in that condition.
“How are your tatted snowflakes coming for the booth at the Lights on the Lake festival?” Barbara asked.
“Fine,” she lied.
The truth was, while she had loved the craft she learned from Mariah—the delicate knots and rings with thread to make lace—lately she had struggled to summon any enthusiasm. Sitting in her huge Victorian with her cats and her tatting made her feel so old and spinsterish.
“Can you believe it’s Thanksgiving in two days and then all the holiday craziness is upon us?” Barbara’s eyes gleamed with an anticipation that made Julia tired.
“Where did the year go?” she asked rhetorically. She knew too well. It went to working, dealing with the house, fixing the furnace, visiting her mother, then arranging her mother’s estate after her death.
“Are you sure you won’t come over for dinner?” Barbara asked when Julia finished checking out her books. “We’ll СКАЧАТЬ