"Karen Robards - Maggie's Child" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robards Karen)

know about women, and once Maggy had been no more immune than any other
member of her gender to that.



tones belonged to Lyle's niece, Sarah Bates, who, with her best pal,
Buffy McDermott, was pushing through the crowd of people to join Maggy
at the bar.

Maggy glanced at her friends with a mixture of relief and fear.

On the whole she was glad to have her tete-a-tete with Nick
interrupted--but what would Sarah and Buffy make of Nick? What would
Nick say? Surely nothing personal, now that they were not alone.

Sarah, at twenty-seven, was two years younger than Maggy, though at the
moment she appeared older despite the youthfully styled fringeddenim
vest and skirt she wore. She was in the midst of an ugly divorce. As
a consequence she was both painfully thin and flashily red-haired,
neither of which became her. It was her almost desperate need to seek
out amusement that had brought the three of them to this little-known
country-western bar on the Indiana side of the riverfront.

"Ooh, nice!" Buffy drawled the words as she wedged in beside Sarah and
turned to look Nick up and down. Her red-lipsticked mouth pouted
provocatively as she glanced from Nick to Maggy and back. "Though I
gotta tell ya, handsome, you're wasting your time with Maggy here.

She's an old married lady. But I'm available."

"I'll keep that in mind." Nick smiled at Buffy, a very different smile
from the one he had bestowed on Maggy. This was a practiced,
thousand-kilowatt smile that had once left girls gasping in its
aftermath. Maggy had forgotten the effect of that smile on unwary
recipients, but watching Buffy's bedazzled response brought the
memories rushing back. But then, she hadn't really forgotten. She had
purposefully banished Nick and everything about him from her mind.

That was the only way she had managed to survive.

"I'm Buffy McDemmott," Buffy said, holding out a slender, perfectly
manicured hand with bright red nails. "And you're new in town." Slim
and attractive with paper-white skin, chin-length black hair, and small
features accentuated by skillfully applied makeup, Buffy was used to
being admired by men. Tonight, in a red silk camisole beneath a black
leather motorcycle jacket, a black leather mini, and heels, she was
dressed to thrill.

Nick took her hand, laughed, and shook his head. "I'm Nick King.