Sweet Trilogy: Sweet Talk / Sweet Spot / Sweet Trouble. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ Claire Keyes,” she began.

      “I know who you are. I asked why you were here.”

      “Actually you asked me why the ‘hell’ I was here. There’s a difference.”

      He narrowed his gaze. “Which is?”

      “One question implies a genuine interest in the answer, the other lets me know that somehow I’ve annoyed you. You don’t really care why I’m here, you just want me to know I’m not welcome. Which is strange, considering you and I have never met.”

      “I’m friends with Nicole. I don’t have to have met you to know all I need to about you.”

      Ouch. Claire didn’t understand. If Nicole was still mad at her, why had Jesse called and implied otherwise? “Who are you?”

      “Wyatt Knight. Nicole is married to my stepbrother.”

      Nicole got married? When? To whom?

      A deep, deep sadness followed the questions. Her own sister hadn’t bothered to tell her or invite her to the wedding. How pathetic was that?

      Emotions chased across Claire Keyes’s face. Wyatt didn’t bother to try to read them. Women and what they felt were a mystery best left unsolved by mortal man. Trying to make sense of the female mind would drive a man to drink, then kill him.

      Instead he studied the tall, slender blonde in front of him, looking for similarities to Nicole and Jesse.

      Their eyes, he thought, taking in the big, blue irises. Maybe the shape of the mouth. The hair color … sort of. Nicole’s was just blond. Claire’s was a dozen different shades and shiny.

      But nothing else was the same. Nicole was his friend, someone he’d known for years. A pretty enough woman, but regular looking. Claire dressed in off-white—from her too-long coat to the sweater and slacks she wore underneath. Her purse was beige, as were her boots. She looked like an ice princess … an evil one.

      “I’d like to see my sister,” Claire said firmly. “I know she’s in the hospital. But I’m not sure which one.”

      “No way I’m going to tell you. I don’t know why you’re here, lady, but I can tell you Nicole doesn’t want to see you.”

      “That’s not what I heard.”

      “From who?”

      “Jesse. She said Nicole was going to need help after her surgery. She called me yesterday and I flew in this morning.” She raised her chin slightly. “I’m not going away, Mr. Knight, and you can’t make me. I will see my sister. If you choose not to give me the information, I’ll simply call every hospital in Seattle until I find her. Nicole is my family.”

      “Since when?” he muttered, recognizing the stubborn angle of her chin and the determination in her voice. The twins had that much in common.

      Why had Jesse done this? To make more trouble? Or had she been trying to fix a desperate situation? The truth was Nicole would need help and she was just difficult enough not to ask. He would do what he could, but he had a business to run and Amy to look after. Nicole wouldn’t want Drew around, assuming his good-for-nothing brother hadn’t run off somewhere to hide. Jesse was a worse choice. Which left exactly no one else.

      Why did he have to be making this decision? He swore under his breath. “Where are you staying?”

      “At the house. Where else?”

      “Fine. Stay there. Nicole will be home in a couple of days. You can take this up with her then.”

      “I’m not waiting two more days to see her.”

      Selfish, spoiled, egotistic, narcissistic. Wyatt remembered Nicole’s familiar list of complaints about her sister. Right now, every one of them made sense to him.

      “Listen,” he said. “You can wait at the house or fly back to Paris or wherever it is you live.”

      “New York,” she said quietly. “I live in New York.”

      “Whatever. My point is you’re not going to see Nicole until she’s had a couple of days to recover, even if that means I have to stand guard on her hospital room myself. You got that? She’s in enough hurt right now from the surgery without having to deal with a pain in the ass like you.”

       CHAPTER TWO

      CLAIRE DEFLATED like a punctured balloon, leaving Wyatt feeling like the biggest asshole this side of the Rockies. He told himself it was just an act, that she was born to play people and had only gotten better at it as she’d gotten older. For someone who claimed to care so much for her sister, she’d never once shown up here in all the years he’d known Nicole. Not for birthdays or even her sister’s damn wedding. She’d missed Jesse’s high school graduation. She was good at playing the victim, that was all, and he wasn’t going to get sucked in to her game.

      Just when he thought she was going to turn around and go away, she straightened. Her shoulders went back, her chin came up and she looked him square in the eye. “My sister called me.”

      “So you said.”

      “You don’t believe me.”

      “I don’t care enough to think about it one way or the other.”

      She tilted her head so that her long, shimmering blond hair fell over one shoulder. “Nicole has a good friend in you. I hope she appreciates that.”

      So she’d moved on to sucking up. Probably an effective plan on anyone who wasn’t clued in to her style.

      “Jesse called me,” she continued. “She told me about the surgery. You have to know that much is true, otherwise how would I know? Jesse also told me that Nicole wants me to help out afterward and is happy I’m here. Under the circumstances, I’m more inclined to believe her than you.”

      “I can tell you that as of twenty minutes before the surgery, Nicole had no idea you were going to show up. Trust me. She would have mentioned it.”

      Claire frowned slightly. “Nothing about this makes sense. Why would Jesse lie? Why would you?”

      “I wouldn’t.”

      She looked genuinely confused and Wyatt almost believed her. This messed-up situation had Jesse written all over it. The question was, why had the kid done it? To make a bad situation worse or did she really want to help Nicole? With Jesse it wasn’t easy to tell.

      “I’m staying,” Claire told him. “Just so you’re clear. I’m staying. I’m going to the hospital and—”

      “No.”

      “But I—”

      “No.”

      She looked at him. “You’re very determined.”

      “I protect what’s mine.”

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