Surrender To Me. Donna Hill. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Donna Hill
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: The Lawsons of Louisiana
Жанр произведения: Короткие любовные романы
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781474070003
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be something wrong.”

      “According to the articles he’s been linked to dozens of women, from socialites to supermodels, and none of them have a bad word to say about him.” She shrugged. “Maybe he’s looking for you.” She giggled and winked.

      “Sure. Right.” But she couldn’t help wonder why he was single and what if Kerry was right? Now she was being silly. Clearly Rafe Lawson had mastered the art of being a playboy. It was as simple as that.

      * * *

      “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Blues Alley. We have a very special lineup tonight. He may live in New York but he can call DC home anytime—Quinten Parker and the Quartet.”

      The room erupted into applause. “That’s not all. Bringing his own brand of Louisiana jazz is Mr. Saxophone himself, Rafe Lawson.”

      Kerry’s eyes widened with delight. Avery’s lips parted in disbelief.

      “Did you know?” Kerry whispered.

      “No. I had no idea. He told me his friend was playing a set.”

      “You do know that among all of his other fineness, he is an amazing sax player with music awards for his albums. Girl, get with the program.” Kerry joined the rest of the audience in applauding the band as they took the stage.

      Avery mindlessly joined in and made up her mind that she would actually read up on Rafe Lawson.

      Incredible was the only word to describe the first set. Avery remained enthralled with every note, every shift in tempo, and there were no words to explain the rush of sensations that flowed through her whenever Rafe stepped into the spotlight, his long, lean form bent and curved with each note, and transported them with his version of Coltrane classics, the quartets’ numbers and his own originals.

      He made love to his audience each time his lips touched the reed and Avery couldn’t even imagine what the real thing would be like.

      The room erupted and many of the enthused guests rose to their feet as the members of the band took their bows.

      Kerry slapped her palms on the table. “Girl...that was some playing!”

      “I know that’s right,” Avery agreed. She slowly shook her head from side to side as the remnants of the experience flowed through her.

      Kerry leaned closer. “I’m at a loss as to what to say about your Mr. Lawson. That’s pure sex that floats around him like an aura. I swear I thought that woman in the red dress was going to throw herself or her panties onstage if he hit another high note.”

      They burst out laughing.

      “Made a complete fool of herself,” Avery said over her chuckles even as she felt the same way the woman did.

      “Here he comes,” Kerry said from between her teeth.

      “Mind if I sit?” Rafe asked and looked from one to the other, but his gaze returned to Avery.

      “Of course. Please,” Kerry said, saving Avery from looking like a fool or simply plain rude.

      “Thanks.” He pulled out a chair and sat. “How was dinner?”

      “Delicious,” Avery managed to say.

      Rafe stroked his smooth chin. “How’d you like the set?”

      Avery smiled and grew hot inside. “Loved it. You’re really amazing.”

      His deep eyes crinkled at the corners, the dark orbs fanned by thick lashes. He placed the barest tip of his finger on her knuckle and a shot of electricity lifted the hairs on the back of her neck. He leaned in. “Gonna hang around for the second set?”

      He was so close she could see her reflection in his eyes, the tiny scar just above his right brow and the perfect curve of his mouth. She had no plans to stay and for the life of her she could not explain even under oath why she said yes.

      “Did you drive?”

      “Um, yes.”

      He pushed back from the table and stood. “See you shortly.” He turned and walked away.

      Avery finally breathed.

      “My eyelashes are singed from all of the sparks flying.”

      Avery made a face. She rested her elbows on the table and propped her chin on her palm.

      “He asked if I drove,” she said, her voice low.

      Kerry’s eyes widened. “Hmm. I think that’s my cue.”

      “What are you talking about?”

      “I’m saying that he is looking for some personal time that does not include a third party.”

      “Don’t be silly.”

      “I’m being real. He wants to spend some time with you, not us,” she added wagging her finger between the two of them.

      Avery’s gaze followed the spotlight as the band came back onstage. When Rafe took his place, she realized that she wanted that time together, too.

      By the time the set was finished, Kerry had said her goodbyes and made Avery swear that she wouldn’t leave out any details.

      Avery didn’t know what details there would be to tell, but she promised anyway. In the meantime all she could do was keep her imagination from running out of control.

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