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worshipped him. It was only just dawning on her that by saying "no"
she was banishing herself from him forever. She'd never see him again after today.
Tears formed in her big brown eyes and she turned her face away before he could see them. She'd
been lonely before, and she'd survived. But having tasted his ardor, it was going to be worse now. The
thought of the lonely years ahead hurt terribly.
She brushed at a tear inconspicuously and straightened in her seat. This would never do. She'd have to
get hold of herself.
As if sensing her uneasiness, he turned on the radio. A constant stream of music and news filled the
silence between them as his powerful Ferrari ate up the miles.
He was pushing it even harder than usual, as if he couldn't wait to be rid of her.
He pulled up in the parking lot at the busy international airport a few minutes later and cut off the
engine. But he didn't make a move to get out of the car. His big hands gripped the steering wheel hard
for an instant, then he sat back in his seat and lit a cigarette.
"Did you have to wear that particular blouse?" he asked in a cold voice.
She avoided his piercing gaze. "It was the only clean one I had," she said quietly.
"I was going to wash the others this afternoon."
"You'll have to buy a ticket," he said. "I didn't stop to make reservations for you." He studied her with
stormy eyes. "Do you have the fare?"
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She swallowed. "Of course," she lied. She had planned to borrow money from Jenna.
He took a sharp draw from the cigarette. "Of course," he laughed shortly, reading her like a book. "I'll
put it on my charge card. You can pay me back when you start working again."
She couldn't refuse. All she had in her purse was a hundred dollars. She'd spent every other penny on
the hospital bill and food. But having to accept charity from him was the hnal indignity. A single tear
made a path down her cheek, but she turned away before he saw it.
"Thank you," she said, composing herself.
He took another quick, jerky draw from the cigarette. "Will you be able to work?"
"I think so," she said proudly. "I'll have to, if I want to enroll for the next semester. I should be able to
do trunk shows at least, the scars don't show at a distance. And I can cover them now with cosmetics.
I'll be fine. Just fine."
He made an impatient sound and turned to stare out the window. His hat seemed to bother him. He
ripped it off and tossed it onto the back seat, running a hand through his thick blond hair.
"It was your idea," he said accusingly, glaring across the seat at her with fierce gray eyes.
She blinked. "What was?"
"Going back to New York," he growled. "Back to your fabulous career, isn't that how the song goes?"
She bit her lower lip. It would only take a word, just one word, to get his arms around her. But she
couldn't say it. She couldn't give in now, she couldn't sacrifice her pride, her self-respect, for just a
few nights with him. . . .
She stared out the window, hating the departing jets, hating the very sound of the engines as the huge
planes swept up to touch the clouds. One of those would take her out of King's life forever.
As she brooded, she felt his fingers lightly touch her hair. She turned, aching, and looked up into his
eyes.
Time seemed to stretch like a violin string between them while they searched each other's faces.
"Come here and kiss me good-bye," he growled huskily and reached out to draw her against him.
With something between a sob and a moan, she let herself be tugged over the console and into his big
arms. He leaned across her to put out his cigarette before he gathered her close and bent to touch her
mouth with his.
Breathing unevenly, she parted her lips, giving him back the kiss as gently as he gave it, tracing his
hard face with fingers that trembled and went cold as they eased over his skin, into the thick, cool
strands of hair at his temples.
"Don't nibble me," he whispered huskily. "Kiss me properly."
"I can't," she moaned, hiding her face in his warm throat. "I can't. Oh, King!" His name was a cry of
anguish, and he reacted to it in an unexpected way.
His arms contracted, lifting her higher against his darling enemy
taut body. "Teddi, do you want to go?" he asked intently.
"I have to," she said simply, her voice muffled against his collar. "Why?"
"You know why," she whispered, closing her eyes. It was heaven to be held like this, crushed against
his big body, feeling his breath, his heartbeat, as if they were her own.
"I thought I did," he agreed. "But you aren't any more anxious to get out of this car than I am to let [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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