A Kiss On Crimson Ranch. Michelle Major
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Название: A Kiss On Crimson Ranch
Автор: Michelle Major
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781472048448
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“I’m not talking to you,” he interrupted, unconcerned with how rude he sounded. “Which one, Sara?”
“The butterfly charm,” she answered immediately. “The turquoise on the other one is dime-store quality.”
“I beg your pardon?” Rita sputtered.
Sara didn’t make eye contact with either of them, only dug in her purse for a wallet.
That a girl, Josh thought. Just a little more.
“Claire trusts your opinion,” he continued conversationally. “I think she was sold the moment Gwyneth called to see what she should wear to her movie opening.”
“Gwyneth Paltrow?” the salesgirl asked, her tone taking on a fraction of respect.
Sara’s fingers tightened around her purse and she sliced a dead-meat look at him.
He forced a chuckle. “It’s like Hollywood is one big sorority.” He pointed to Sara. “Her phone is ringing every ten minutes. Julia needs to know where to find some kind of boots. Sandra’s texting about a brand of fancy-pants jeans.”
Rita raised an eyebrow at Sara. “And they’re calling you?”
When Sara didn’t answer, Josh spoke quickly, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Sara pulled out cash and handed it to Rita. “For the sweater.” She didn’t acknowledge Josh’s comments or Rita’s question.
Rita took the money, studying Sara. “I’m ordering for fall in a couple of weeks. Maybe you could stop by and take a look at the lines. We’re not as exclusive as Aspen, but I still want to offer current trends. I’d appreciate a fresh opinion.”
“Fresh?” Sara questioned. “As in fresh off heroin?” She yanked her sleeves above her elbows and held out her arms for inspection. “No track marks, ladies. Needles were never my thing.”
Two of the women giggled nervously and backed away from the counter. After an awkward pause Rita said, “If you’ve got time, stop back later in the month.”
Sara blew out a breath. “Give me a break,” she mumbled, and left the store, leaving the bagged sweater and change Rita had placed on the counter.
Josh quickly paid for his necklace, grabbed Sara’s bag and followed her into the warming afternoon. He caught up with her half a block down the street.
“What happened in there?”
She rounded on him. “Why don’t you tell me, Mr. Name Dropper?” She jabbed at his chest, her voice rising. “Since when are you an expert on celebrity fashion? Not one damn person has called my cell phone since I got here, famous or otherwise. And you know it.”
“Excuse me for trying to help. Those women were out for blood, and you were about to open a vein for them.”
“You should mind your own business,” she countered.
“Who are you right now?” He took a deep breath, needing to clear his head. It didn’t work. Not one bit. “All you’ve done since the minute you walked into my house—”
“My house.”
“The house,” he amended. “All you’ve done is bust my chops. If I look at you wrong, you read me the riot act, give me one of those snide remarks or smart comebacks you’re so damn good at.” He pointed in the direction of Rita’s store. “You didn’t say one word to those ladies in there.”
She rolled her eyes. “You took care of it all on your own.”
“Somebody had to. It was too painful to watch your slow death.”
“Julia, Gwyneth? Even if I was in L.A., do you think one of those women would give me the time of day? They are A-list, Josh. I’m beyond Z. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Rita didn’t know that.”
“I know it.” She scrubbed her hands over her face. “I’m a has-been. A nobody. You don’t get it. What those women dished out was nothing compared to what I hear every single day in California. At the grocery. The dry cleaners.” She laughed without humor. “At least back in the day when I could afford dry cleaning. I’ve been a waitress now for the same number of years I was a paid actress. Do you know how many customers gave me career advice, hair tips, dissed my makeup, my boyfriends, all of it? Nothing was off-limits. I can take it, Josh. I don’t need you to swoop in and rescue me.”
“Excuse me for trying to help.”
“I don’t want help. This isn’t Pretty Woman meets mountain town. I’m not Julia Roberts shopping on Rodeo Drive. You’re not Richard Gere on the fire escape.”
“Why do you do that?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do what?”
“Throw out movie plots like they compare to what’s happening. This is real life, Sara.”
“I’m well aware.”
He shook his head. “I thought you were a fighter.”
“No,” she said quietly. “I’m a survivor.” With that, she turned and marched down the street away from him.
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