Читать книгу The Ballad of Emma O'Toole - Elizabeth Lane - Страница 2

In the cold, dark silence of the room Emma could hear the slow cadence of Logan’s breathing. She lay still, teeth chattering.

“It’s warmer over here.”

Logan’s voice was like dark honey flowing over warm buttered flapjacks.

“I don’t trust you.”

“Now, that stings, Mrs Devereaux. Have I been anything less than a perfect gentleman?”

“Will you stop that ‘Mrs Devereaux’ talk? I know why you married me, and you know why I married you. Let’s just call this what it is and try not to get on each other’s nerves.”

“Suits me,” he said with a yawn. “But it’s still warmer on my side of the bed.” He shifted to clear a place for her. “Come here. I won’t bite you.”

The bed was awfully cold. Still shivering, Emma edged closer, until he reached out and pulled her gently into the curve of his body.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “We’re as innocent as two lambs. Now, go to sleep, Emma.”

But something was different, and she knew at once what it was. A man could say anything with his mouth. But one part of his body would always tell the truth.