Diana Palmer - Roomful of Roses

“Another month or so,” he said with obvious distaste. “The bone has to knit back properly.”

She stared at his leg again. “Are you wearing a cast?”

“No. The bone’s not broken clean through. But it aches all the time, and I don’t walk well. There’s a lot of me for that bone to support.”

Her eyes ran up and down him quickly. “Yes, there is,” she agreed.

“I really do need a place to stay,” he said over his coffee. “It’s not easy for me to get around in this condition. Surely even in this little town, people will be able to understand that. I don’t care about gossip, but I imagine you do.”

“Yes,” she agreed, glancing at him warily. “Andy’s going to go right through the ceiling, regardless.”

“Let me handle Andy,” he said generously. “Man to man, you know.”

That didn’t quite ring true, but perhaps she’d misjudged McCabe. She hoped so.

“Won’t you be bored to death staying in Redvale for a whole month?” she asked as she finished her sandwich and washed it down with coffee.

“If I didn’t have anything to do, I might,” he agreed. “I don’t have another book due for six months, and I was between assignments, so I took a job here in town.”

She stared at him with dawning horror. “What job?”

“Didn’t Ed tell you?” he asked pleasantly. “I’m going to edit the paper for the next month while he goes on vacation.”

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.