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Оглавление“Magic,” he murmured.
“Huh?”
“Those bottles and chimes. Charms. You see them in different parts of the world. Some for the evil eye, some for good luck…”
“Love charms?”
He laughed softly. “Considering where we are, I’m betting on it.”
She lifted her eyes to the jangling chimes, wary but curious. He wondered if she believed in them. He knew that luck was what you made it. And so was love. Dammit, he thought. It’s now or never. Her face, still tilted toward the chimes, was open to him. He knew exactly what she would taste like seconds before his lips landed on hers. Red wine and mangoes. A warm sweetness all her own.
Immediately, her lips parted and softened, opening for him. When the tips of their tongues touched, he felt as if someone had tossed a transistor radio into his bathtub. The jolt was so sharp it almost singed his hair. He felt her sigh softly into his mouth.
He let one hand rise to cup her pointed chin, but was reminded of her injury by the roughness of the bandage.
“Sorry,” he murmured, taking his hand away.
She grasped it and rested it lightly against her cheek, nestling into it.
