Читать книгу An Innocent Masquerade - Paula Marshall - Страница 2
The lights pleased Fred. He pointed his knife at near and distant flames.
Оглавление“Pretty,” he said to Kirstie, who was gathering up the dirty plates and cutlery.
“What is?” she asked him when he handed her his cup and plate.
“The lights.” He struggled a minute, attempting to find words to express his pleasure. “They’re beautiful.” He smiled at her so winningly that despite herself, she smiled back at him. She wondered what he would look like if his long hair and straggly beard were trimmed. He was certainly a fine figure of a man.
“That’s better,” he said encouragingly.
“What’s better?”
“You. When you smile you look pretty. Do it more often—for me.”
