Harden. Diana Palmer
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Название: Harden

Автор: Diana Palmer

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Эротическая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781474012928

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      “I see,” he replied belatedly.

      Mindy saw the contempt and it hurt. “Are you…married?” she persisted.

      “Nobody brave enough for that job,” he returned. His eyes narrowed and he smiled coldly. “I’m hell on the nerves, or so they tell me.”

      “A womanizer, you mean?”

      He leaned forward, his pale blue eyes as cold as the ice they resembled. “A woman hater.”

      The way he said it made her skin chill. She rubbed warm hands over her upper arms. “Oh.”

      “Doesn’t your husband mind you going out with other men?” he asked mockingly.

      “My husband…died,” she bit off the word. She took a sudden deep sip of her drink and then another, her brows drawn together. “Three weeks ago.” Her face contorted suddenly. “I can’t bear it!”

      She got up and rushed out of the bar, her purse forgotten in her desperate haste.

      Harden knew the look he’d just seen in her eyes. He knew the sound, as well. It brought him to his feet in an instant. He crammed her tiny purse into his pocket, paid for his drink, and went right out behind her.

      It didn’t take him long to find her. There was a bridge nearby, over the Chicago River. She was leaning over it, her posture stiff and suggestive as she held the rails.

      Harden moved toward her with quick, hard strides, noticing her sudden shocked glance in his direction.

      “Oh, hell, no, you don’t,” he said roughly and abruptly dragged her away from the rails. He shook her once, hard. “Pull yourself together, for God’s sake! This is stupid!”

      She seemed to realize then where she was. She looked at the water below and shivered. “I…wouldn’t really have done it. I don’t think I would,” she stammered. “It’s just that it’s so hard, to go on. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep…!”

      “Committing suicide isn’t the answer,” he said stubbornly.

      Her eyes glittered like moonlit water in her tragic face as she looked up at him. “What is?”

      “Life isn’t perfect,” he said. “Tonight, this minute, is all we really have. No yesterdays. No tomorrows. There’s only the present. Everything else is a memory or a daydream.”

      She wiped her eyes with a beautifully manicured hand, her nails palest pink against her faintly tanned skin. “Today is pretty horrible.”

      “Put one foot forward at a time. Live from one minute to the next. You’ll get through.”

      “Losing Tim was terrible enough, you see,” she said, trying to explain. “But I was pregnant. I lost the baby in the accident, too. I was…I was driving.” She looked up, her face terrible. “The road was slick and I lost control of the car. I killed him! I killed my baby and I killed Tim…!”

      He took her by the shoulders, fascinated by the feel of her soft skin even as he registered the thinness of them. “God decided that it was his time to die,” Harden corrected.

      “There isn’t a God!” she whispered, her face white with pain and remembered anguish.

      “Yes, there is,” he said softly. His broad chest rose and fell. “Come on.”

      “Where are you taking me?”

      “Home.”

      “No!”

      She was pulling against his hand. “I won’t go back there tonight, I can’t! He haunts me….”

      He stopped. His eyes searched her face quietly. “I don’t want you physically. But you can stay with me tonight, if you like. There’s a spare bed and you’ll be safe.”

      He couldn’t believe he was making the offer. He, who hated women. But there was something so terribly fragile about her. She wasn’t sober, and he didn’t want her trying something stupid. It would lie heavily on his conscience; at least, that was what he told himself to justify his interest.

      She stared at him quietly. “I’m a stranger.”

      “So am I.”

      She hesitated. “My name is Miranda Warren,” she said finally.

      “Harden Tremayne. You’re not a stranger anymore. Come on.”

      She let him guide her back to the hotel, her steps not quite steady. She looked up at him curiously. He was wearing an expensive hat and suit. Even his boots looked expensive. Her mind was still whirling, but she had enough sense left to realize that he might think she was targeting him because he had money.

      “I should go to my own apartment,” she said hesitantly.

      “Why?”

      He was blunt. So was she. “Because you look very well-to-do. I’m a secretary. Tim was a reporter. I’m not at all wealthy, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”

      “I told you, I don’t want a woman tonight,” he said irritably.

      “It isn’t just that.” She shifted restlessly. “You might think I deliberately staged all this to rob you.”

      His eyebrows rose. “What an intriguing thought,” he murmured dryly.

      “Yes, isn’t it?” she said wryly. “But if I were planning any such thing, I’d pick someone who looked less dangerous.”

      He smiled faintly. “Afraid of me?” he asked deeply.

      She searched his hard face. “I have a feeling I should be. But, no, I’m not. You’ve been very kind. I just had a moment’s panic. I wouldn’t really have thrown myself off the bridge, you know. I hate getting wet.” She shifted. “I really should go home.”

      “You really should come with me,” he replied. “I won’t rest, wondering if you’ve got another bridge picked out. Come on. I don’t think you’re a would-be thief, and I’m tired.”

      “Are you sure?” she asked.

      He nodded. “I’m sure.”

      She let him lead her into the hotel and around to the elevator. It was one of the best hotels in the city, and he went straight up to the luxury suites. He unlocked the door and let her in. There was a huge sitting room that led off in either direction to two separate bedrooms. Evan had planned to come up with Harden from Texas. At the last minute, though, there’d been an emergency and Evan had stayed behind to handle it.

      Miranda began to feel nervous. She really knew nothing about this man, and she knew she was out of control. But there was something in his eyes that reassured her. He was a strong man. He positively radiated strength, and she needed that tonight. Needed someone to lean on, someone to take care of her, just this once. Tim had been more child than husband, always expecting her to handle things. Bills, СКАЧАТЬ