For The Love Of You. Donna Hill
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Название: For The Love Of You

Автор: Donna Hill

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: The Lawsons of Louisiana

isbn: 9781474056533

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СКАЧАТЬ “I know about your work. I’ve read the reviews and the write-ups.” She turned to face him. “They all say good things—that you are brilliant.” She smiled faintly. “And that in an industry that is utterly jaded, you still keep your integrity intact and you never work on a project for the money but for the passion.”

      Craig took the comments in stride. He got up and stood beside her. He felt her stiffen. “I’ve read all about you, too.” Her eyes widened for an instant. “You’re one of the most influential artists of your generation. But suddenly you all but vanish from the public eye. Don’t you miss it? Do you still paint, sculpt?”

      “In answer to all of your questions, no, I don’t,” she practically whispered.

      He watched her throat work as if she would reveal more, but she didn’t. If he knew nothing else about artists of any medium, they weren’t fulfilled if they didn’t do what they were born to do. But instead of saying what he thought, he said, “If it’s about the money, we are more than willing to pay twice what we offered, and I—”

      Jewel spun her body toward him so quickly that it forced him to take a step back. Her eyes narrowed in fury.

      “You think because I’m not in the limelight that I’m some kind of charity case and that I need your money!”

      He reached out and gently placed his hand on her arm. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. All I’m saying is that I understand that it is an imposition, that strangers would interfere with your regular routine for weeks and you should be duly compensated, not to mention that your home would be the centerpiece of an amazing film. That’s all worth something, and for me, having this film made at this location is more valuable than you could imagine.” A slow, endearing smile curved his mouth while his eyes danced across her face.

      Jewel, by degrees, seemed to relax her body. She lowered her head for a moment then looked directly at him, and the connection was so intense that he felt as if he’d been hit in the gut.

      “Okay,” she finally said. “You can shoot your film here.”

      A smile like hallelujah broke out on his face. He totally kicked protocol to the curb, grabbed her around the waist and spun her in a circle. She laughed like a kid at Christmas, and it was pure music.

      He finally set her on her feet, and they were but a breath apart. He saw the flecks of cinnamon in the irises of her eyes, felt the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart. He wanted to know what her lips felt like, to taste her...just a little.

      “Sorry,” he said.

      Jewel gazed at him while the shadow of a smile hovered around her mouth.

      “Thank you,” he said, “and I swear we’ll make this as painless for you as possible.”

      “I’m going to hold you to that, Mr. Lawson.”

      “I think maybe you can call me Craig.”

      The tip of her tongue brushed across her bottom lip. “Jewel.”

      “I’ll have some new paperwork drawn up and sent over first thing tomorrow,” Craig said as they walked to the front door.

      They stood side by side on the landing.

      “Fine. Can I ask you something?”

      “You can ask me anything,” he said, still euphoric over the positive turn of events.

      “If this place and your family’s legacy are so important to you, why did you stay away for ten years?”

      The question seemed to take him off guard. For a moment he didn’t respond, but he quickly regained his composure. “How about this... I promise to tell you all about it if you agree to have dinner with me, to thank you.”

      Jewel swallowed and took a small step aside. “I don’t think so.”

      “Lunch?” He covered the step she’d given up. He faced her. “Starbucks on the corner of wherever,” he joked.

      Jewel laughed. “Fine. Lunch,” she conceded.

      “Tomorrow. One o’clock. I’ll come and get you.” He jogged down the three steps. “Enjoy your day,” he said over his shoulder.

      Jewel stood on the porch landing until the Suburban was long out of sight. Why had she agreed to have lunch with him? Why had she agreed to have his film crew in her home? Why was her heart racing as if she’d run a marathon, and why did she feel as if the lights had suddenly come on after much too long in the darkness? She turned and walked back inside. Craig Lawson was the answer to all of her questions.

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