Author: Diana Palmer
Quotes of Author: Diana Palmer
know my way around here now!" The group, impressed, followed Kells. "Why can't I go, too?" Belinda asked. "Because I have plans for you, Miss Jessup," he drawled. He caught her hand in his and led her toward the white frame house. "What sort of plans?" she asked suspiciously. He paused with a secretive grin. "What do you think?" He leaned closer, threatening her mouth with his, so that when he spoke she felt his clean, minty breath on her lips. "Well, I could be thinking about how big and soft the sofa in the living room is," he murmured. "And how well two people would fit on it." She could barely breathe. Her heart was thumping madly against her rib cage. "Or," he added, lifting his head, "I might have something purely innocent in mind. Why not come with me and find out?" He tugged at her hand and she fell into step beside him, just when she'd told herself she wasn't about to do that. He led her up the steps and into the house. It was cool and airy, with light colored furniture and sedate throw rugs. There were plain white priscilla curtains at the windows, and the kitchen was spacious and furnished in white and yellow. "It's very nice," she said involuntarily, turning around to look at her surroundings. book-quoteEven as she was asking herself the question, the kitchen door opened suddenly and Winthrop came in with something furry by the tail.Mary stared, but Nicky went forward. "Oh," she exclaimed. "A wounded squirrel! Wait, I'll rush and get a bandage!""Oh, for God's sake," Winthrop ground out. He slid the squirrel onto the sink for Mary to deal with and glared at Nicky as he eased out of his sheepskin jacket and hat, dumping them untidily on the floor."There ought to be a law against shooting unarmed squirrels," Nicky muttered for something to say.Winthrop went to the sink to wash his hands, ignoring her."Nice squirrel," Mary defended him. "Plump. Make good stew.""I'll bet he was somebody's daddy," Nicky murmured."You're breaking my heart," Winthrop said nonchalantly. ""What's for dinner?" he asked Mary."Moussaka.""That stuff with eggplant?" He made a face. "Whatever happened to beef and potatoes?""Need change of pace.""No, I don't," he argued. "I like having the same thing every day. It gives me a sense of security.""Then why go out and kill an innocent squirrel when you really wanted a steak?" Nicky asked."He wasn't innocent," he replied. "I have it on good authority that he was a rounder with unspeakable taste in women squirrels.""Well, in that case, let's all eat him," Nicky agreed. book-quote
