Читать книгу The Street Where She Lives - Jill Shalvis - Страница 2
Оглавление“Ms. Shalvis draws the reader into her stories immediately and creates a devastatingly tender love story with plenty of action and intrigue.
She knows how to deliver.”
—Rendezvous
“Rachel, I can’t talk to you when you’re wearing that stupid hat.” Before she could react, Ben whisked it off her head.
And froze.
Her soft, flowing hair was…gone, leaving a short, choppy cut of maybe an inch or so. The extent of everything she’d been through—the accident, the pain, the slow, ongoing recovery—suddenly hit him. He hated himself for reminding her, for reducing her to tears.
But he’d forgotten—Rachel would never allow anyone to see such a thing. Crying in public would be unacceptable. Crying in front of him would be tantamount to disaster.
Instead, as regal as ever, she remained calm, her head high. “Ben, go away.”
Gently he put the cap back on her head, his fingers brushing over her warm, smooth skin. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t even look at me.”
He realized they were not on the same plane, that she apparently thought the sight of her had sickened him. “No, wait. Rachel—” He dragged in a deep, ragged breath. “You look…alive. Isn’t that all that matters?”
