Luke raised his voice through the open door. “Don’t you miss your friends back home?”
“I talk to Molly, Susan and some of the others almost every other day, Luke.” She came back pushing wet hair behind her shoulders, enjoying the coolness. “Which is pretty much what we’ve been doing for the last year or so, anyway. The distance hasn’t made much difference.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t there someone special?”
Catherine frowned at him. What was she missing here? “Susan and Molly have been my best friends since second grade, you know that.”
“A guy, Cat. A guy.”
“No.” She sank onto the sofa, curled her legs under her, stuffed one of the new cushions behind the small of her back, picked up Sports Illustrated from the coffee table to fan herself. The cool wet strands of her hair felt great slithering down her back. She swung her head, enjoying the sensation.
Luke stared at her, his eyes somewhat glazed. He cleared his throat. “What about a nipple?”
“A what?”
He looked blank for a second. “Nippon. You know. A Japanese car. I was thinking you probably need a vehicle of some sort. Something small to drive around town. Easy to park. Good gas mileage on the freeway.”
She could have sworn he’d said... God, she had sex on the brain. “I don’t think I’ll need a car, do you? If I want to go anywhere, I’ll just take the bus or a cab.”
“You can always use the Jag.” He looked her up and down. “Heavy date tonight?”
“Nope. I’m in. You?”
“In.” For a second she thought he’d go back to reading the book he clutched hard enough to whiten his knuckles. He looked up again. “Want to take in a nice air-conditioned movie?”
“You could have stopped at the words air-conditioned. I’d go anywhere cool right now. I had no idea San Francisco could get this hot.” She uncurled her legs and rose to go to the kitchen. “I have yesterday’s newspaper. Let’s see what’s on. As long as it’s nothing with gushing blood,” she added, as she returned with the paper and spread it out on the crowded coffee table.
“And nothing too schmaltzy,” he warned as she crouched down to find the movie section. “Why don’t you push the fishbowl and twenty-nine of those plants out of the way?”
“Cleo doesn’t like to be moved,” Catherine said, lifting the paper over the fishbowl and a thriving dieffenbachia, and closer to Luke. She shifted so that she had to practically lean over his knees to see the print. “No vampires.” She ran her hand through her wet hair. “Do you think Cleo is lonely?”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.