Mind Over Matter by Nora Roberts Read Free Book Online

take his hands. Her hair was swept dramatically back, making her look both flamboyant and years younger. There was a necklace of silver links around her neck that held an amethyst the size of his thumb. Her makeup was artfully applied to accent clear blue eyes, just as her dress, deep and rich, accented them. This wasn’t the woman who’d fed him meat loaf.
    “Clarissa, you look wonderful.”
    “Thank you. I’m afraid I didn’t have much time to prepare. I got the days mixed, you see, and was right in the middle of weeding my petunias when Aurora came to pick me up.”
    He caught himself looking over her shoulder and down the hall. “She’s here?”
    “She’s parking the car.” Clarissa glanced back over her shoulder with a sigh. “I know I’m a trial to her, always have been.”
    “She doesn’t seem to feel that way.”
    “No, she doesn’t. Aurora’s so generous.”
    He’d reserve judgment on that one. “Are you ready, or would you like some coffee or tea first?”
    “No, no, I don’t like any stimulants when I’m working. Theytend to cloud things.” Their hands were still linked when her gaze fastened on his. “You’re a bit restless, David.”
    She said it the moment he’d looked back, and seen A.J. coming down the hall. “I’m always edgy on a shoot,” he said absently. Why was it he hadn’t noticed how she walked before? Fast and fluid.
    “That’s not it,” Clarissa commented, and patted his hand. “But I won’t invade your privacy. Ah, here’s Aurora. Should we start?”
    “We already have,” he murmured, still watching A.J.
    “Good morning, David. I hope we haven’t thrown you off schedule.”
    She was as sleek and professional as she’d been the first time he’d seen her. Why was it now that he noticed small details? The collar of her blouse rose high on what he knew was a long, slender neck. Her mouth was unpainted. He wanted to take a step closer to see if she wore the same scent. Instead he took Clarissa’s arm. “Not at all. I take it you want to watch.”
    “Of course.”
    “Just inside here, Clarissa.” He pushed open the door. “I’d like to introduce you to your director, Sam Cauldwell. Sam.” It didn’t appear to bother David that he was interrupting his director. A.J. noticed that he stood where he was and waited for Cauldwell to come to him. She could hardly censure him for it when she’d have used the same technique herself. “This is Clarissa DeBasse.”
    Cauldwell stemmed obvious impatience to take her hand. “A pleasure, Miss DeBasse. I read both your books to give myself a feel for your segment of the program.”
    “That’s very kind of you. I hope you enjoyed them.”
    “I don’t know if ‘enjoyed’ is the right word.” He gave a quick shake of his head. “They certainly gave me something to think about.”
    “Miss DeBasse is ready to start whenever you’re set.”
    “Great. Would you mind taking a seat over here. We’ll take a voice test and recheck the lighting.”
    As Cauldwell led her away, David saw A.J. watching him like a hawk. “You make a habit of hovering over your clients, A.J.?”
    Satisfied that Clarissa was all right for the moment, A.J. turned to him. “Yes. Just the way I imagine you hover over your directors.”
    “All in a day’s work, right? You can get a better view from over here.”
    “Thanks.” She moved with him to the left of the studio, watching as Clarissa was introduced to Alex Marshall. The veteran newscaster was tall, lean and distinguished. Twenty-five years in the game had etched a few lines on his face, but the gray threading through his hair contrasted nicely with his deep tan. “A wise choice for your narrator,” she commented.
    “The face America trusts.”
    “There’s that, of course. Also, I can’t imagine him putting up with any nonsense. Bring in a palm reader from Sunset Boulevard and he’ll make her look like a fool regardless of the script.”
    “That’s right.” A.J. sent him