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sudden stop set off a chain reaction all along the freeway. How they managed to avoid a multicar pileup
she would never know. Beside her, Stuart slumped forward over the steering wheel, gasping. His narrow
face was white as a sheet.
The color gradually returned to Roxanne s face as well. She took a second to thank every angel in
heaven that Johnny had not been flattened beneath the van s wheels& then her temper got the better of
her.
What the hell was he thinking, pulling a lunatic stunt like that? Has he lost his mind? She wouldn t
be surprised to find out that every hair on her head had turned white. How dare he scare me out of my
wits like that?
She threw open the van door and clambered down onto the asphalt. A chorus of angry voices and
blaring car horns assailed her, but Roxanne was only interested in what one particular rider had to say.
She marched to-ward Johnny, as he walked his bike to the side of the road. Waving apologetically back
at the drivers behind him, Stuart obligingly pulled the van onto the shoulder, too.
You almost got yourself killed! she railed at Johnny. Her poised, professional manner had gone
bye-bye. What are you doing?
Johnny sat meekly astride his bike. I wanted to talk. He took off his helmet and hung it on the
handlebars in front of him. I haven t seen you in so long and then, blam, here you are and &
This is crazy! she interrupted him. You re crazy. She threw her hands up in the air. She didn t
know whether to punch him or have him committed. I ve got a piece to edit. I don t have time for this,
Johnny.
She spun around and stomped back toward the van, leaving him behind for the second time this
afternoon. Maybe this time it will take.
You could have said no, he called after her. She paused and looked back at him with a scowl. A
skeptical eyebrow arched. When they asked you to interview me. You could have said no.
Actually, the interview had been her idea, but she didn t feel like mentioning that now. She didn t
want to do anything to encourage him.
Or did she?
Against her better judgement, she marched back over to where he was sitting. What are you trying
to say?
I m trying to say that means something.
You wish, she thought bitterly. The intensity of her anger surprised her and she made an effort to get
her emotions under control. She softened her voice, an uncertain expression upon her face. Johnny,
we re on the side of a freeway. You&
Doesn t have to be here, he insisted. How about dinner tonight? I know this great rib place.
She shook her head sadly. It s not such a good idea.
I thought maybe you might want an explanation, he said, about what happened that day. The day
I left.
His guilt and regret were painfully obvious. Roxanne guessed that he had been beating himself up
over his broken promise for way too long. She suddenly felt terrible about giving him such a hard time.
Johnny, she said gently, you were just seventeen. You witnessed a horrible tragedy and you ran.
It made sense to me then, it makes sense to me now. After the initial shock of her abandonment, she d
had plenty of time to think things over and reach some sort of understanding about what had happened
that day. I have no hard feelings. None. The reason they call it the past is that, well, it s past. Over and
done with. The more she talked about it, the more she almost believed it. We re completely different
people now than we were&
Before she could finish, Johnny leaned forward and kissed her. His lips found hers and, for an
endless moment, she was instantly transported back to a golden summer afternoon beneath a shady oak
tree. Roxanne surrendered briefly to the kiss before she came to her senses and realized that this was
neither the time nor the place. She reluctantly pulled away from him and shook her head. She turned
back toward the van, striding a little less decisively this time. Her legs felt distinctly rubbery.
It doesn t have to be ribs, he called out. It could be Chinese, Italian & you name it.
She stopped, sighed, and looked back at him. Familiar hazel eyes entreated her. God, she could
never resist those eyes. &
I m going to regret this, she realized. Okay, okay, fine. There s a restaurant at my hotel-the Plaza.
Eight o clock.
His whole face lit up. This is a sign, Roxanne! he shouted exuberantly as she climbed back into
the van. Stuart gave her a quizzical look, which she did her best to ignore. It s just a dinner, she
rationalized, trying to convince herself that she hadn t just made a ghastly mistake. Maybe a chance to
achieve a little obsure after all these years. Her shrink would approve. Who knows? Perhaps she d even
get a good story out of this. Dinner with the famously reclusive Johnny Blaze. She knew reporters
who d sell their souls for an opportunity like that.
The taste of his kiss lingered on her lips as the van pulled back into traffic. Passing motorists, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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