[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] "Why didn't you tell her I was here?" Jack shrugged. "She said she didn't want to know." She lifted her brows. "God, you know, I don't think I'll ever be able to figure you out, Jack." She pulled the top sheet from his legs and wrapped it around herself then began to get up. "Good. That means you'll never get bored." "That's not the kind of figuring I mean. Surpris- ing me with a trip to Catalina, that's a good surprise. Not telling Layla I was in bed next to you when you made such a big deal out of wanting to tell them about us to begin with...well, that just doesn't make sense." "Why didn't you take the phone?" She shrugged, her delectable back to him. "I don't know. It wasn't my place, I guess." ' 'Mmm. Like you always overly concern yourself with your place," he said and grimaced. Were they arguing? Yes, they were definitely arguing. After a night of fantastic sex. Jack collapsed back against his pillow thinking he'd never be able to figure out this relationship stuff. Or were he and Mall still just having sex? He followed her movements with his eyes as she picked up her clothes from various parts of the room. "Where are you going?" "Home." He patted the bed next to him. "It's way before noon. Why don't you come back here?" She stared at him. "It's Thursday. Don't you have a class or something to get to?" "Not until ten." "Well, you'd better get a head start because as slow as you move, you don't want to be late." Jack winced at the carefully aimed jab. They were back to the lack of ambition bit again, were they? He watched her get dressed. She seemed to take extra care not to let him see any of her sweet flesh. Which didn't make sense, because Mallory didn't possess a lick of modesty. "Are you upset with me?" he asked. "Upset? Why would I be upset?" "Because I didn't tell Layla we were together." She shrugged in a jerky way that told him the gesture was anything but nonchalant. "I don't care what you tell Layla." Uh-oh. Jack cleared his throat. "Anyway, I've got to get going. Harris and I are flying out at eleven this morning to shoot some film of Jenny Fuller's childhood home in Omaha, Nebraska." "You're going to Nebraska?" She nodded. "Yeah." She pulled up her jeans with her back to him and he heard her yank up the zipper. "When will you be back?" She shrugged. "Tonight. Tomorrow. Depends on the weather and if we can get the shots we need." Irrationally, he suddenly regretted that they'd given her the money. "Then when I get back, I need to take what I have over to the editing studio and have them piece something rough together to take over to the James Foundation to see if I can get full backing. Maybe even distribution." "The money we gave you isn't enough?" She didn't answer him as she put on her socks and her boots. "Mallory?" She walked over to the bed, kissed him fully yet coolly on the mouth, then tousled his hair. "I'll see you when I see you." Jack could do little more than watch her go. /'// see you when I see you? Had she really just said that? Never, ever in all the time they'd been sleeping together had she ever said anything so...chilly before. He absently scratched his head as he listened to her talk to Boomer in the other room then heard the sound of the front door closing. Was this her way of paying him back for the other night when he'd left her place after receiving the best blowjob of his life? No. He didn't think so. While Mallory was outspoken and brash, she wasn't the vengeful type. Was she? He forced himself to roll out of bed. At any rate, there wasn't much he could do about it now. He only wished he knew when he would be able to do something about it. Because it sure looked as though he wouldn't be seeing her for a while. MALLORY HAD NEVER THOUGHT much of traveling before, but now she absolutely despised it. All the waiting and checking and probing just to hop a three-hour flight to and from a place no one in their right mind would want to bomb. And when the stewardess-oh, excuse me, flight attendant-had gotten snippy with her, Mallory had had to hold her tongue, because nowadays a person could get arrested for expressing an opinion to the glorified flying waitress. What happened to innocent until proven guilty? Now they looked at even her as potential terrorist material because she didn't look or talk like Mrs. Brady from The Brady Bunch. When the ordeal was finally over, she dropped her backpack [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl