Sunset In Central Park. Sarah Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ and always wore sunscreen. He knew she hated tomato, romance movies, the subway. He knew she had a black belt in karate. And it wasn’t just those basic facts that he knew. He knew deeper things. Important things. Like the fact that her relationship with her mother was difficult and that her parents’ divorce had affected her deeply.

      He knew all those things, but until tonight he hadn’t known she didn’t need the glasses she always wore.

      He ran a hand over his face. How could he have missed that?

      She’d worn glasses for as long as he could remember, and he’d never once questioned her need for them. He’d noticed that she fiddled with them when a situation made her nervous or uncomfortable, as if they offered her some reassurance, but he’d never understood why her glasses would be reassuring. They were possibly the ugliest thing he’d ever seen. The frames were thick and heavy and an unappealing shade of brown, as if they’d been trodden into a patch of damp earth. They were unattractive, and knowing her the way he did, Matt was sure that was the reason she’d chosen them. They were armor. Razor wire, to repel unwanted intruders.

      Relationships, he thought. Was anything in life as complicated?

      Claws rubbed against his legs and he bent to stroke her.

      Who was going to break the bad news to her that she was cute as hell with or without ugly glasses? The fact that she seemed unaware of it just increased the sexiness level. There was so much she didn’t know about herself.

      The cat sprang onto the sofa, digging in her claws, and he gave a humorless laugh.

      “Yeah, she’d probably do the same thing if I told her that. Dig her claws in me. Then she’d hide under the kitchen table. You and she have a lot in common.”

      Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he took the steps up to the roof terrace.

      The setting sun sent shards of red and orange over the Manhattan skyline.

      New York was a city of neighborhoods, of buildings that rose tall and proud into the sky, of blaring cab horns, hissing steam and the never-ending noise of construction. It was a city of iconic landmarks: the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, the Flatiron Building. The ultimate dream destination for many, and he understood that. Tourists arrived and immediately felt as if they were extras on a movie set. You saw them pointing it out. That’s where they filmed Spiderman, or that’s where Harry met Sally.

      And it was a city of individuals. The wealthy, the poor, the lonely, the ambitious. Singles, families, locals and tourists—they all crowded together on this patch of land that nudged the water.

      “You going to stand there admiring your kingdom all night or are you going to share a beer with me?”

      Matt turned sharply and saw Jake sprawled on one of the loungers, a beer in his hand. He swore under his breath. “You scared the shit out of me.”

      Jake grinned. “Big tough guy like you? Never.”

      “What are you doing here?” Normally he would have been happy to see his friend, but right now he wanted space to process this new information on Frankie. What else didn’t he know about her? What else was she hiding?

      Jake raised the bottle toward Matt. “I’m drinking your beer and enjoying your view. Best view in Brooklyn.”

      “You have your own roof terrace. And the reason I know that is because I built it for you. You also have your own beer.”

      “I know, but my roof terrace and my beer don’t come with your scintillating company.”

      “Last time I looked it was my sister’s scintillating company that was taking most of your time and attention.” He saw Jake open his mouth to speak and cut him off quickly. “Do not even think about telling me what it is about my sister that takes most of your time and attention. I don’t want details. I’m still getting used to the idea that the two of you are together.”

      “You’re going to be my brother-in-law. It’s official. There’s going to be a ceremony. In a way you’re marrying me.”

      Matt almost cracked a smile. “I’m going to file for divorce.”

      “On what grounds?”

      “Unreasonable behavior. Breaking and entering and—” he eyed the beer “—theft and misappropriation of property.”

      “I always said you would have made a fine lawyer.” Jake leaned back and closed his eyes. “Bad day?”

      There had been nothing wrong with his day. It was his evening that hadn’t gone according to plan.

      Matt sprawled on the lounger next to his friend. “Have you ever thought you knew someone and discovered you didn’t?”

      “Every damn day. What’s her name?”

      “What makes you think it’s a woman?”

      “If you thought you knew someone and then discovered you didn’t, that person could only be female. Mystery, thy name is woman. And you’re in luck, because Uncle Jake is here to give you advice on that.”

      “Or Uncle Jake could just drink his beer and shut up.”

      “I could do that, but because I’m your friend I’m going to give you the benefit of my infinite wisdom on the fair sex. Do not expect to understand a woman. You don’t need to. It’s like traveling to a foreign country where you don’t speak the language. You can get by with a few phrases and hand gestures. But don’t tell your sister I said that or she’d throw the ring I gave her into the East River.”

      “Talking of Paige, why are you up here with me instead of downstairs with her?”

      “She’s taking a call. Building her empire.”

      “You couldn’t just hang out until she’d finished? What about Eva?”

      “Eva is watching some movie where everyone is kissing and crying so I thought I’d enjoy the sunset and catch up with an old friend.” He eyed the beer and grinned. “And then you showed up. So what happened with Frankie? What did you find out that you didn’t know before?”

      “What makes you think this has anything to do with Frankie?”

      “Because I’ve known you a lot of years.” Jake took a mouthful of beer. “And you’ve had feelings for Frankie for every single one of those years.”

      “How the hell do you know that?” He shifted uncomfortably. “Am I that easy to read?”

      “No, but you’re protective of the people you care about, and you’re extra protective when it comes to Frankie. You don’t need to be an expert in human relationships to see that she matters to you. As far as I can see, it’s always been Frankie.”

      “Not always. I was engaged to Caroline.”

      “A temporary lapse from which you recovered, fortunately for our friendship.”

      “You didn’t like Caroline?”

      “She was the female equivalent СКАЧАТЬ