The Perfect Match. Debbie Macomber

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СКАЧАТЬ but now Janine felt tongue-tied and ill at ease. If they’d been worried about having dinner together, they were placing themselves at even greater risk here in the moonlight.

      Janine knew it. Zach knew it. But neither suggested leaving.

      “It’s a beautiful night,” Zach said at last, linking his hands behind his back.

      “It is, isn’t it?” Janine replied brightly, as if he’d introduced the most stimulating topic of her entire vacation.

      “I don’t think we should put any stock in this,” he surprised her by saying next.

      “In what?”

      “In meeting here, as if we’d arranged a tryst. Of course you’re a beautiful woman and it would be only natural if a man…any red-blooded man were to find himself charmed. I’d blame it on the moonlight, wouldn’t you?”

      “Oh, I agree completely. I mean, we’ve been thrust together in a very romantic setting and it would be normal to…find ourselves momentarily…attracted to each other. It doesn’t mean anything, though.”

      Zach moved behind her. “You’re right, of course.” He hesitated, then murmured, “You should’ve worn a heavier jacket.” Before she could assure him that she was perfectly comfortable, he ran his hands slowly down the length of her arms, as though to warm her. Unable to restrain herself, Janine sighed and leaned against him, soaking up his warmth and his strength.

      “This presents a problem, doesn’t it?” he whispered, his voice husky and close to her ear. “Isn’t moonlight supposed to do something strange to people?”

      “I…think it only affects werewolves.”

      He chuckled and his breath shot a series of incredible light-as-air sensations along her neck. Janine felt she was about to crumple at his feet. Then his chin brushed the side of her face and she sighed again.

      His hands on her shoulders, Zach urged her around so that she faced him, but not for anything would Janine allow her gaze to meet his.

      He didn’t say a word.

      She didn’t, either.

      Janine experienced one worry after another, afraid to voice any of them. Zach apparently felt the same way, because he didn’t seem any more eager to explain things than she did. Or to stop them…

      After a moment, Zach pressed his hands over her cheekbones. Leisurely, his thumbs stroked the line of her jaw, her chin. His eyes were dark, his expression unreadable. Janine’s heart was churning over and over, dragging her emotions with it. She swallowed, then moistened her lips.

      He seemed to find her mouth mesmerizing. Somewhere deep inside, she discovered the strength to warn him that her grandfather’s plan was working. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a single word, Zach’s arms came around her and drew her close against him. She felt his comforting warmth seep through her, smelled the faint muskiness of his skin. The sensations were unlike anything she’d ever known. Then he lowered his mouth to hers.

      The immediate shock of pleasure was almost frightening. She couldn’t keep from trembling.

      He drew back slightly. “You’re cold. You should’ve said something.”

      “No, that’s not it.” Even her voice was quivering.

      “Then what is?”

      In response she kissed him back. She hadn’t meant to, but before she could stop herself, she slipped her arms around his neck and slanted her mouth over his.

      Zach’s shoulders were heaving when at last she pulled her mouth away and hid her face against his chest.

      “What are we doing?” he whispered. He broke hastily away from her.

      Janine was too stunned to react. In an effort to hide his effect on her, she rubbed her face as though struggling to wake up from a deep sleep.

      “That shouldn’t have happened,” Zach said stiffly.

      “You’re telling me,” she returned raggedly. “It certainly wasn’t the smartest move we could’ve made.”

      Zach jerked his fingers roughly through his hair and frowned. “I don’t know what came over me. Over us. We both know better.”

      “It’s probably because we’re both tired,” Janine said soothingly, offering a convenient excuse. “When you stop to think about it, the whole thing’s perfectly understandable. Gramps arranged for us to meet, hoping something like this would happen. Clearly the power of suggestion is stronger than either of us realized.”

      “Clearly.” But he continued to frown.

      “Oh, gee,” Janine said glancing at her watch, unable to read the numbers in the dark. Her voice was high and wavering. “Will you look at the time? I can’t believe it’s so late. I really should be getting back inside.”

      “Janine, listen. I think we should talk about this.”

      “Sure, but not now.” All she wanted was to escape and gather some perspective on what had happened. It had all started so innocently, almost a game, but quickly turned into something far more serious.

      “All right, we’ll discuss it in the morning.” Zach didn’t sound pleased. He walked through the garden with her, muttering under his breath. “Damn it!” he said, again shoving his fingers through his hair. “I knew I should never have come here.”

      “There’s no need to be so angry. Blame the moonlight. It obviously disrupts the brain and interferes with wave patterns or something.”

      “Right,” Zach said, his voice still gruff.

      “Well, good night,” Janine managed cheerfully when they reached the staircase.

      “Good night.” Zach’s tone was equally nonchalant.

      Once Janine was in her room, she threw herself on the bed and covered her eyes with one hand. Oh, no, she lamented silently. They’d crossed the line. Tempted fate. Spit in the eye of common sense.

      They’d kissed.

      Several minutes later, still shaking, Janine got up and undressed. She slid under the blankets and tried to find a relaxing position. But she didn’t feel like sleeping. Tomorrow she’d have to make polite conversation with Zach and she didn’t know if she could bear it. She was sure he’d feel just as uncomfortable with her. She’d seen how he could barely look at her when they entered the inn.

      Tossing aside the blankets, Janine decided she had only one option. She’d leave Scotland, the sooner the better. Grabbing the phone, she called the airport, booked a seat on the earliest flight home and immediately set about packing her bags.

      Not bothering to even try to sleep, she crept down the stairs a little before midnight and checked out.

      “You’re leaving sooner than you expected, aren’t you, Miss Hartman?” the night manager asked after calling for a cab.

      “Yes,” she said.

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