"Roberts, Nora - Mind Over Matter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

"Would you like to walk down? See some of the stock?"

"The horses? Iю" Don't be a coward, she ordered herself. He isn't
going to hurt you. "Yes, I'd like that. If I wouldn't be in your
way."

"You wouldn't." Knowing she'd shy away, he didn't offer a hand or take
her arm, but merely led the way down the stairs and across the rough
dirt road.

SEVERAL PEOPF SAW THEM GO AND TONGUES WAGGED AS TONGUES DO. LILY
Mercy was one of Jack's daughters, after all, though, as was pointed
out, she hardly had a word to say for herself. Something that had
never been Willa's problemюno, indeed. That was a girl who said
plenty, whatever and whenever she wanted.

As for the other oneюwell, that was a different kettle of fish
altogether. Snooty, she was, parading around in her fancy suit and
looking down her nose. Anybody with eyes could see the way she'd stood
at the gravesite, cold as ice. She was a picture, to be sure. Jack
had sired fine-looking daughters, and that one, the oldest one, had his
eyes. Hard and sharp and blue.

It was obvious she thought she was better than the rest of them with
her California polish and her expensive shoes, but there were plenty
who remembered her ma had been a Las Vegas showgirl with a big, braying
laugh and a bawdy turn of phrase. Those who did remember had already
decided they much preferred the mother to the daughter.

Tess Mercy could have cared less. She was here in this godforsaken
outback only until the will could be read. She'd take what was hers,
which was less than the old bastard owed her, and shake the dust off
her Ferragamos.

"I'll be back by Monday at the latest."

She carried the phone along as she paced about with quick, jerky
motions, nervous energy searing the air around her. She'd closed the
doors of what she supposed was a den, hoping to have at least a few
moments of privacy. She had to work hard to ignore the mounted animal
heads that populated the walls.

"The script's finished." She smiled a little, tunneled her fingers
through the straightedge swing of dark hair that curved at her jaw.

"Damn right it's brilliant, and it'll be in your hot little hands
Monday. Don't hassle me, Ira," she warned her agent. "I'll get you
the script, then you get me the deal. My cash flow's down to a
dribble."