The Stanislaskis: Taming Natasha. Нора Робертс

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СКАЧАТЬ I could hear it in my head, the way I used to. It’s like being plugged into heaven, Natasha. I can’t explain it.”

      “No. You don’t have to. I heard it.”

      She understood, he thought. Somehow he’d been sure she would. “I thought it was just wishful thinking, or that when I sat down there…” He looked back at the piano. “That it would vanish. But it didn’t. It flowed. God, it’s like being given back your hands or your eyes.”

      “It was always there.” She lifted her hands to his face. “It was just resting.”

      “No, you brought it back. I told you once, my life had changed when I met you. I didn’t know how much. It’s for you, Natasha.”

      “No, it’s for you. Very much for you.” Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her mouth to his. “It’s just the beginning.”

      “Yes.” He dragged his hands through her hair so that her face was tilted to his. “It is.” His grip only tightened when she would have pulled away. “If you heard that, if you understood that, you know what I mean. And you know what I feel.”

      “Spence, it would be wrong for you to say anything now. Your emotions are all on the surface. What you feel about your music is easily confused with other things.”

      “That’s nonsense. You don’t want to hear me tell you that I love you.”

      “No.” Panic skidded up her spine. “No, I don’t. If you care for me at all, you won’t.”

      “It’s a hell of a position you put me in.”

      “I’m sorry. I want you to be happy. As long as things go on as they are—”

      “And how long can things go on as they are?”

      “I don’t know. I can’t give you back the words you want to give to me. Even feeling them, I can’t.” Her eyes lifted again to meet his. “I wish I could.”

      “Am I still competing against someone else?”

      “No.” Quickly she reached out to take his hands. “No. What I felt for—before,” she corrected, “was a fantasy. A girl’s make-believe. This is real. I’m just not strong enough to hold onto it.”

      Or too strong to give in to it, he thought. And it was hurting her. Perhaps because he wanted her so badly, his impatience was adding pressure that would break them apart instead of bring them together.

      “Then I won’t tell you that I love you.” He kissed her brow. “And that I need you in my life.” He kissed her lips, lightly. “Not yet.” His fingers curled tightly over hers. “But there’ll come a time, Natasha, when I will tell you. When you’ll listen. When you’ll answer me.”

      “You make it sound like a threat.”

      “No, it’s one of those promises you don’t want to hear.” He kissed her on both cheeks, casually enough to confuse her. “I have to get back.”

      “Yes, so do I.” She picked up her gloves, only to run them restlessly through her hands. “Spence, it meant a very great deal that you wanted to share this with me. I know what it’s like to lose part of yourself. I’m very proud of you and for you. And I’m glad that you celebrated this with me.”

      “Come back, have dinner with me. I haven’t begun to celebrate.”

      She smiled again. “I’d like that.”

      She didn’t often buy champagne, but it seemed appropriate. Even necessary. A bottle of wine was little enough to offer for what he had given her that morning. The music itself was a gift she would always treasure. With it, he’d given her time and a glimpse of hope.

      Perhaps he did love her. If she believed it, she could allow herself time to let it strengthen. If she believed it, she would have to tell him everything. It was that, even more than her own fears that still held her back.

      She needed time for that, as he did.

      But tonight was for celebrating.

      She knocked and tried a sober smile for Vera. “Good evening.”

      “Miss.” With this noncommital greeting, Vera opened the door wider. She kept her thoughts on Natasha very much to herself. True, the woman made the señor happy and seemed very fond of Freddie. But after more than three years of having them to herself, Vera was very cautious of sharing. “Dr. Kimball is in the music room with Freddie.”

      “Thank you. I brought some wine.”

      “I will take it.”

      With only a little sigh, Natasha watched Vera walk away. The more the housekeeper held firm, the more determined Natasha was to win her over.

      She heard Freddie’s giggles as she approached the music room. And others, she realized. When she reached the door, she spotted Freddie and JoBeth clinging to each other and squealing. And why not? Natasha thought with a grin. Spence was wearing a ridiculous helmet and aiming a cardboard spool like a weapon.

      “Stowaways aboard my ship are fed to the Beta Monster,” he warned them. “He has six-foot teeth and bad breath.”

      “No!” Eyes wide, heart pounding with delight and dread, Freddie scrambled for cover. “Not the Beta Monster.”

      “He likes little girls best.” With an evil laugh, he scooped the squealing JoBeth under one arm. “He swallows little boys whole, but he chews and chews and chews when I feed him girls.”

      “That’s gross.” JoBeth covered her mouth with both hands.

      “You bet.” So saying, Spence made a dive and came up with a squirming Freddie. “Say your prayers, you’re about to be the main course.” Then with a muffled “Oomph,” he tumbled onto the couch with both of them.

      “We vanquished you!” Freddie announced, climbing over him. “The Wonder Sisters vanquished you.”

      “This time, but next time it’s the Beta Monster.” As he blew the hair out of his eyes, he spotted Natasha in the doorway. “Hi.” She thought his smile was adorably sheepish. “I’m a space pirate.”

      “Oh. Well, that explains it.” Before she could step into the room, both girls deserted the space pirate to launch themselves at her.

      “We always beat him,” Freddie told her. “Always, always.”

      “I’m glad to hear it. I wouldn’t want anyone I know to be eaten by the Beta Monster.”

      “He just made it up,” JoBeth said wisely. “Dr. Kimball makes things up real good.”

      “Yes, I know.”

      “JoBeth’s going to stay for dinner, too. You’re going to be Daddy’s guest and she’s going to be mine. You get to have seconds first.”

      “That’s very polite.” She bent to kiss Freddie’s cheeks, then JoBeth’s. “How is your mama?”

      “She’s СКАЧАТЬ