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"Are you feeling okay?" Lisa asked, her eyes anxious.
"Of course. I'm just a little tired," Corinne admitted. "I thought I'd lie down for a while. What are you
doing still up?"
"Waiting for you." Lisa glanced at Dayan and looked away. She wasn't certain why she trusted him
when she was with him but felt suspicious when he was out of her sight. He made Corinne act out of
character. Corinne had never looked that closely at men, not even when she had been single. Corinne
was practical, businesslike. She wasn't the type to cling to a rock star. Lisa tried not to glare at the man.
Dayan felt sympathetic to her. Lisa was disgusted with herself that she was jealous. She didn't want
Corinne looking at Dayan with stars in her eyes. She didn't want Corinne looking at anyone like that. She
wasn't willing to change her relationship with Corinne in any way, but she didn't like herself very much for
her possessiveness.
"It's almost dawn," Corinne said gently. "You should be in bed, Lisa, not worrying about me. You knew
we were going to get our things. It was bound to take a little bit of time."
"So there were no problems," Cullen said, wrapping his arm around Lisa's shoulders in a show of
support.
"Well  " Corinne seemed confused, a slight frown crossing her small face. She glanced up at Dayan for
help as she nervously shoved a stray strand of dark hair from her face.
Dayan immediately flooded her mind with warmth and reassurance. She was bewildered and disoriented
for a moment, unable to recall exactly what had happened. She was searching her memories, and they
were a jumble of confusion. "Nothing we could not handle," he answered easily, truthfully. His hands
settled along her hips, anchoring her to him. "If we had known you were worried, Lisa, we would have
called."
"Of course I was worried," Lisa said in challenge, her chin up.
Corinne leaned back heavily against Dayan, weariness sweeping through her. "Lisa," she said quietly,
drawing on the strength of their relationship.
At once Lisa reached out and took Corinne's hand. "I'm picking a fight again. Just come and lie down,
Corinne. I don't want you to become ill."
Dayan indicated Lisa's suitcase with his chin. "She was very careful to get everything on your list." He
was moving Corinne toward the bedroom where she'd slept the night before.
Corinne knew Lisa was worried about her, but she didn't have the energy to reassure her further. All she
wanted to do was lie down and close her eyes. Her body felt like lead, and each step was like wading
through quicksand.
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Lisa watched Dayan's every move  the way he held Corinne so gently, the way his eyes moved over
Corinne's face tenderly, possessively. Lisa heaved a soft sigh and moved closer to Cullen. He responded
by tightening his hold on her, and she looked up at him and smiled rather sadly. Her world was changing,
and Lisa wasn't someone who managed change easily. Corinne looked very tired and fragile. It always
frightened Lisa to see her looking like that. Her fragility highlighted the fact that Corinne's heart was
fading.
"I couldn't bear it if anything happened to her," Lisa whispered to Cullen. "I really couldn't."
Dayan, with his superior hearing, heard her whispered confession. He knew exactly how she felt and
could sympathize with her. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Corinne either. He bent
forward to brush the top of Corinne's silky head with a kiss, but he couldn't leave Lisa feeling so upset.
He glanced back to capture her anxious gaze with his black one. It only took a few seconds, but it was
enough. He sent her waves of reassurance, pushing a little further into her mind so he could implant a
feeling of warmth toward him.
Corinne took her time getting ready for bed. Dayan had pulled up his guitar, and she dawdled as he
began to play. The music seemed alive, a part of the harmony of the earth and sky, a dreamy ballad. At
first his voice was so soft she could barely make out the lyrics. She hurried out of the bathroom into the
bedroom so she could listen to every word. His voice was mystical, beautiful, dreamlike. He looked up
at her and the world seemed to stop spinning, standing still so the moment was locked in her memory for
all time.
'You take my breath away.'She thought the words to him, not wanting to interrupt his singing, not
wanting to miss one single word of the ballad. It was a song of haunting loneliness, of a man, a wanderer,
a troubadour, searching through time, century after century, for the one woman who could love him.
His sensual mouth curved into a smile, and his gaze drifted over her before his lashes lowered and his
hand moved over the guitar. His fingers worked so fast she could hardly follow them as they played the
haunting melody. He sang of a dark shadow slowly spreading over his soul, a stain that would be
impossible to eradicate once it took him over. A powerful beast that roared continually for release from
within. As time went on and he did not find his lady, colors and emotions faded, along with all hope,
leaving him only his guitar and the words of his song.
It was a dark melody that brought tears to her eyes. Corinne curled up on the bed, intently watching his
face as he played. The light bothered her eyes, so she casually flicked her hand to turn it off. All that
mattered in her world was Dayan and his perfect voice singing this hauntingly beautiful song. She had a
sudden desire to hold him in her arms, to be the woman who was needed so desperately.
The music changed subtly, introducing a hopeful strain, one that rose to a joyful crescendo. She found
herself smiling there in the dark, her eyes glued to his face. He was an artist, a poet without compare. She
loved watching his expression as he played, as his soul poured out its music. Corinne's eyelashes lowered
onto her cheeks. She was very tired. And Dayan was there with her, solid and real, impossibly strong
and healthy.
For one moment the guitar was silent as Dayan stretched out beside her, laying the instrument across his
chest.
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She smiled. "Are you going to play for me until I fall asleep?"
"Absolutely." She heard his answering smile in his voice. "You have sweet dreams, honey. Dream about
us together." His fingers once again glided over the strings, producing a soft ballad.
She was dreaming. Daydreaming. Nightdreaming. She only knew it was wonderful to be with him as she
drifted away on his music. He made her feel alive and very feminine. She could even pretend to be [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]