Читать книгу The Return of the Prodigal - Кейси Майклс, Kasey Michaels - Страница 3
Оглавление“I didn’t think you were coming,” he said quietly, returning her look.
“I said I would. I don’t lie, Rian Becket.”
“I didn’t remember.”
“Do you remember this?” Lisette asked, as she untied the satin ribbons at the throat of her dressing gown and then shrugged back her shoulders, sending the dressing gown sliding to the floor, revealing her sheer white night rail.
Rian sat up higher against the pillows, smiled.
“Vaguely.”
“You try to be amusing? And this?” she continued, slowly walking towards him as her fingers worked the small front buttons of the gown. She stopped, smiled, eased one wide strap from her shoulder, then the other. She looked straight into his eyes, and allowed the night rail to join the dressing gown on the floor.
“Oh, yes. I believe I remember now. A white witch or an angel. I’m never quite sure.”
“Does it matter which I am, Rian, witch or angel? As long as I am here, yes?”
