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.Always a step or two ahead of him, like withthe iPod thing.Totally diabolical and completely ingenious.He loved it, and he was more than a littleconcerned that he was beginning to love her too.Or maybe it wasn t that he was beginning to.Maybeit was still.He didn t know which it was.He d loved her when he was seventeen and had walked away fromher.He loved her now, at twenty-seven.But there was a part of him, a pretty big part, that was tellinghim he d loved her all along.Even through the years they weren t together.The thought scared the hell out of him.Because this wasn t the right time for this.Elise was at a crossroads in her life.Her career wasover, her life was a shambles, and to think that they could build anything from that now was crazy.And completely unfair to her.She needed time, to heal, to figure things out, to decide who she wasnow that she wasn t Elise McKinney, concert pianist.What she didn t need was a lovesick rock starmooning over her, making her feel uncomfortable and nervous and trapped.He knew that, he did, and still he wanted her with an intensity that bordered on obsession.Still heneeded her, in his arms and his bed and his heart.Fuck.He raised a hand and gestured to the waitress that he d like another beer.A little cyanidemight be nice too, just to clear his head. The question game, Elise told him, jerking his attention back to her right before she lifted a sliverof lime to her lips and bit into it. The question game. Absolutely.We re sleeping together and aside from the fact that you re a crazy, rich rock star, Iknow almost nothing about what s happened to you in the last ten years. Isn t that enough? I mean, it has taken up most of my time.She laughed, a full, rich sound that was completely at odds with her delicate appearance.Hegrinned; he couldn t help himself.Elise s laugh when she let it escape was one of the things he dalways liked best about her. Come on, she told him. I m curious.He sighed with pretended reluctance. I get to ask questions, too? Absolutely. Fine.But I get to go first. Okay. She watched him with narrowed eyes. But only if you promise not to distract me before Iget to ask my question.He deliberately widened his eyes, and put a hand to his chest. You malign me. I know you. Then remind me why we re playing the question game again?She crumpled up her drink napkin and threw it at him. Okay, okay.First question.I ll start with an easy one.Where do you live? Nowhere. The word seemed to pop out before she could think better of it.But as it hung there,between them, her eyes dimmed a little and she looked nervous. I mean, I still have a house inChicago, but I haven t been back there since my father died and&  And? I don t know.I don t know if I want to go back there.I mean, I know I should since ostensiblythat s where my doctors are, but&  She shook her head. I don t know.I ve never really liked itthere.It didn t matter before, because I travel ten months of the year, but now, now I think it probablywill matter.Quinn wasn t sure what to say to that.He knew what he wanted to say to hell with what sheshould do, it was past time for her to start doing what she wanted to do but he wasn t sure that wasthe best way to go with this conversation right now.He was spared from having to formulate an answer when the waitress showed up with their fooda steak for him and a pasta dish for Elise.Quinn watched as she leaned over and breathed in the spicy sauce, a small smile curving her lips asshe sighed happily.And he couldn t help responding, couldn t help growing hard at the pure, sensualenjoyment on her face.She was just so damn beautiful. My turn, she told him as she twirled pasta onto her fork. Who s Wyatt? Wyatt? He glanced at her in surprise. You ve mentioned him several times and I get the impression he s in the band, but I ve never seenhim at the house with the others. He s our drummer.He s in rehab right now trying to kick a heroin addiction. He tried to soundmatter-of-fact as he answered, but he could tell from the sympathy that moved in Elise s eyes that hedidn t succeed. How s he doing? Okay. Yeah?He blew out a breath, rubbed a hand across his eyes. I don t know.He s getting clean, but& thisisn t the first time.Who knows how long he ll be able to keep it up once they let him out. That must be rough. It is.He s been struggling for a long time  Not for him.For you.Quinn froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. Why for me? I m not the one with the addiction. No, but you ve never been one to sit by while your friends suffer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]