Название: What She Wants
Автор: Sheila Roberts
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
Серия: MIRA
isbn: 9781472074614
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Now, that was a damned good line.
A few more pages saw James and Lorinda happily starting their new life together. Then there was nothing left for the author to write but The End.
For Jonathan, however, this was the beginning. He’d found the love coach he’d been looking for. Several, as a matter of fact. Maybe, if he read enough of these novels, took notes, he could figure out how to win Lissa’s love.
The thought had barely formed in his mind before he rejected it as hopeless and stupid. Still, what did he have to lose? Surely there was an ember somewhere in Lissa’s heart that he could fan into a small flame of love.
Like a detective, Jonathan wandered down memory lane in search of clues.
He saw himself at the age of ten, a scrawny kid with glasses, doing his best to help a little golden-haired girl come down from the boys’ tree house, where she’d bravely climbed. Rand, the leader of the pack, had yelled at her for having the nerve to invade their territory, and had left in a huff, taking Lenny Lubecker and Danny Popkee with him. She’d burst into tears, and Jonathan had abandoned guy solidarity in favor of staying behind to comfort her.
Lissa was upset but all Jonathan could think to say was, “Don’t cry, Lissa.”
“I just wanted to see,” she sobbed. “You all come up here and don’t play with me. It’s mean.”
He’d never thought of their behavior as mean. Their “boys only” tree house was a fort, a place where they could go to look down on the world and feel superior to those silly girls.
Except Lissa wasn’t silly. She was sweet and she was his friend and now she was upset. “Come on. Let’s go to my house and have root beer floats,” he suggested.
She sniffed and nodded.
He scrambled out of the tree house and started to climb down the makeshift stairs they’d hammered into the trunk.
She poked her head out, then ducked back in.
“Come on,” he called.
“I can’t.”
He climbed up again and looked inside. He found her huddled in a corner. “Don’t you want a float?”
“I’m scared,” she said in a small voice.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” he assured her.
She shook her head.
“Lissa, you have to come down,” he said reasonably.
She shook her head again.
“Come on,” he urged. “I’ll help you.”
“What if we fall?”
“We won’t.”
But she wasn’t convinced, and pressed farther into the corner of the tree house.
“I’ll get you down.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
With a little whimper, she slowly scooted forward on her bottom. Once at the edge, though, she moved away again.
“Come on, Liss.” He held out a hand. “You can do it.”
She bit her lip and studied him for a moment. Then she moved back to the entrance. He went down a couple of steps to give her room. “Okay, now turn around and put your foot out.”
That produced another whimper but she turned around. Then she stuck out her foot.
Jonathan breathed an inward sigh of relief.
Until she pulled her foot back. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You’re brave. You climbed up here all by yourself.”
“I didn’t think about falling then.”
“Don’t think about it now,” he advised. “Here, I’ll make sure you find the step.”
Once more, she risked sticking out her foot. This time he guided it to the step. “All right! You did it. Come on, next foot.”
And so it went, one foot at a time until he got her down to solid ground.
Once there she threw her arms around his neck. “You saved me!”
It made him feel like a superhero. It was also a little embarrassing. What if the guys saw? He pulled away. “No big deal.”
“It was to me,” she said. And then she did something that forever changed his life. She kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Jonathan.”
He could feel his whole face burning. The other boys would tease him mercilessly if they got wind of this. Not knowing what to say or do, he ran off toward home and those root beer floats, Lissa right behind him.
* * *
His mom had not only made them floats, she’d made popcorn, too, and they’d spent the rest of that Saturday afternoon playing Yahtzee. It had been a perfect day and it had been the beginning of what turned out to be a lifelong, one-sided love affair.
Did Lissa remember that day? She’d never mentioned it again. Although one afternoon when they were walking home from middle school she’d told him he was her best friend.
She’d been talking about Danny Popkee, on whom she had a crush, asking Jonathan for advice on how to get his attention. That had been torture. Jonathan hadn’t wanted Lissa to get Danny’s attention. She already had a boy’s attention. His.
“I dunno,” he’d mumbled. “Either he likes you or he doesn’t.”
“Well, that’s no help. What would you do if you wanted someone to like you?”
Walk her home from school, help her with her math and hope I can get up enough nerve to ask her to the eighth-grade dance. He’d shrugged. “Just be nice.” That was never hard for Lissa. She was nice to everyone. “Like you always are,” he’d added.
“Aw, Jonathan, you’re so sweet,” she’d said, making him blush. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my best friend.”
He was her best friend, but she had a crush on Danny. She’d decided to bake Danny some cookies and that was all it took. They went to the eighth-grade dance together.
But she’d made cookies for Jonathan, too—to thank him for all his good advice.
In fact, she’d made cookies for Jonathan a lot, always trying out new recipes. Baking became one of her favorite ways to express her creativity. And to do something nice for her high school pals.
“What do you think of these?” she’d asked, setting a plate of cookies in front of him. He’d come СКАЧАТЬ