All Over You. Sarah Mayberry
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Название: All Over You
Автор: Sarah Mayberry
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Secret Lives of Daytime Divas
isbn: 9781408907009
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He didn’t even know if he believed in love any more. He’d seen so much greed and ugliness over the past few years that cynicism was practically a religion for him. He had a couple of regular lovers who he saw on and off—more off than on lately, if he was being honest with himself. His sex-drive was at an all-time low. Yet, here he was, faced with the obvious disdain and contempt of a rude, sharp-tongued shrew and his gonads were trying to get in on the action. How goddamned contrary was that?
Running a hand through his hair, Mac squinted off into the distance and forced his mind to the matter at hand. Pulling his slim-line digital camera from his pocket, he fired off a few shots, but his heart wasn’t in it. His gut told him this was not the location to make the episode sing. He might not be the most experienced director in the world, but as an actor he’d played his part in innumerable soap weddings. This place just wasn’t right.
The sound of full-throated feminine laughter cut through the silence, and he looked over his shoulder to see Grace approaching, arm in arm with a gray-haired guy who looked to be in his late fifties. Grace was laughing up into his face, her cheeks rosy, hips wiggling as she walked with him.
It was like getting a peek behind the curtain during an audience with the Great and Powerful Oz. The hard-nosed witch he’d been dealing with all day was gone and in her place was a sparkling eyed, fun-loving woman who radiated charm.
So why was he getting the Alexis Carrington treatment?
As though on cue, Grace’s smile slid from her face as she spotted him and her body stiffened.
Mac grit his teeth. He was getting a little sick of feeling as though he had a personal-hygiene problem.
“I’ve just been talking to your lady friend,” the older man said. “Name’s Rusty. I’m the winemaker here.”
“Rusty took me on a tour of the winemaking shed,” Grace said coolly.
“Great,” Mac said. “You’ve got a lovely place here.”
“Oh, I’m not the owner. I just work here,” Rusty explained.
Grace patted Rusty’s arm confidingly.
“Don’t worry about Mac—he figures that because his life is like a game of Monopoly, the rest of us are all land barons and heiresses.”
Mac’s nostrils flared and he shot her a hard look. She gazed off over the marching rows of vines as though she’d done nothing more contentious than comment on the weather.
“Actually, the wife’s a big fan, Mr. Harrison,” Rusty said, ruddy color staining his cheeks. “Do you think you’d mind…?”
Mac smiled, ignoring the hyena on Rusty’s arm. It wasn’t the winemaker’s fault that Grace was a bitch.
“Not a problem, it’d be my pleasure.”
Rusty pulled a small diary from his pocket and offered up an empty page.
“What’s your wife’s name?” he asked.
“Alison,” Rusty said, craning his head to see what Mac was writing.
Finishing his inscription, Mac signed his name neatly.
“There you go.”
“And, also…?” Rusty asked, producing his cell phone with built-in camera.
Signaling his agreement, Mac waited while Rusty handed the phone over to Grace so he could pose with Mac. A smile, a click and Rusty was offering up his sheepish thanks before heading back to his work.
As one, he and Grace began walking back toward the car. They hadn’t taken two steps before she tilted her head slightly as though she was contemplating a difficult riddle.
“I’m surprised you don’t keep head shots on you,” she drawled. “You’re taking an awful risk—what if someone snaps you on a bad-hair day?”
The sunlight glinted off her dark cat’s-eye sunglasses and the last shreds of Mac’s patience evaporated.
“Right, that’s it,” he said tightly, grabbing her arm and hauling her the last few feet to the Corvette.
“Do you mind? Get your hands off me!” Grace said, outraged. She twisted her arm in his grasp, trying to escape.
He just tightened his grip.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re being such a grade-A bitch. And before you say ‘bite me,’ you might want to think about how long a walk it is back to L.A.”
Finally she succeeded in pulling her arm loose.
“Would you like me to shine your shoes after I’ve finished kissing them? That’s what you’re used to, isn’t it?” she sniped.
“Have it your way.”
Without another word, Mac got into his car, gunned the engine and left her for dust.
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