By Nora Roberts
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And since you’re back to calling me Dr. Carnegie, I’d hazard a guess you’re on her side. I sent ﬂowers,” he added in an aggrieved tone that had her lips twitching. “Okay, late, but I sent them. ” He jammed his hands into his back pockets and scowled at Malibu Barbie. “I couldn’t get back to Charlotte for Thanksgiving. ” 26 Nora Roberts She picked up a doll, set it down again. ” He said nothing for a moment, then laid a hand on her shoulder so that she looked over, and up at him. ” “I’m afraid I wouldn’t feel responsible.
Black Rose 45 And he saw Roz at the far end, on the side. Her back was to him as she worked. She had a gorgeous neck. It was an odd thought, and, he admitted, probably a foolish one. But again, facts were facts. She wore her hair short and straight and to his mind, the style showed off that long, lovely neck perfectly. Then again, all of her was rather long and lovely. Arms, legs, torso. At the moment that intriguing body was camouﬂaged in baggy pants and a shapeless sweatshirt she’d pushed up at the sleeves.
It was just one of those silly things that helped her remember she was female. Her breasts weren’t as perky as they’d once been. She could be grateful they were small, and the sagging hadn’t gotten too bad. Yet. While she didn’t worry too much about the state of her hands—they were, after all, tools for her—she was careful about her skin. She couldn’t stop all the lines, but she pampered it whenever she could. She wasn’t willing to let her hair go to salt-and-pepper, so she took care of that, too.