"Karen Robards - Maggie's Child" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robards Karen)And I'm a Louisvillian born and bred. I've just been gone for a
while." "Are you any relation to the Kings who used to live out in Mockingbird Valley?" As Buffy spoke, Nick released her hand. Without ever taking her eyes from Nick's, Buffy lifted her just-freed fingers to caress the soft white skin just above the neckline of her camisole. Maggy would have had to admire Buffy's technique--if the woman hadn't been aiming her efforts at Nick. As it was, she could only clench her teeth and remind herself that Nick was no longer hers. "Nope. I grew up in Portland. In the projects." "Oh." Buffy was momentarily taken aback, and her hand fell to her side. Portland was the worst section of Louisville. It was a dirt-poor, volatile mix of blacks and whites, and nobody with any pretensions to gentility would admit to growing up there. An involuntary half smile curved Maggy's lips. How like Nick to tell the truth and shame the Devil! "Then you must be a self-made man. How exciting!" Buffy made a the quality of Nick's clothes. He was wearing jeans and an olive-green crewneck sweater under a brown leather bomber jacket. Typical bar-hopping garb that gave no indication as to the net worth of the wearer. Buffy clearly chose to be optimistic. "Isn't it?" His slow smile was calculated to set Buffy aflame, and as far as Maggy could tell, it succeeded. Buffy positively oozed sexuality in response. Maggy's teeth clenched tighter. "Mr. King, Mr. Casey just walked through the back door." A nervoussounding middle-aged man in a dark suit came up behind Nick and touched him on the shoulder. "He's in the manager's office. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I thought you'd want to know." "You're right, Craig. I do want to know. Ladies, if you'll excuse me." His eyes had grown hard, but he smiled at Buffy and Sarah before his gaze collided with Maggy's. "Magdalena. Stick around. I'll be back." Before Maggy could decide whether that was a threat or a promise, Nick turned, and, following in the smaller man's wake, made his way through |
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