Renegade by Diana Palmer Read Free Book Online

right away, of course,” he added. “I’m not that kind of man!”
    Now she did laugh. Her eyes lit up, sparkling like emeralds. He grinned, too. “Here. Have a cheese Danish. I brought enough for all of us.”
    She reached down into the bag, very aware of his dark eyes on her face.
    â€œYour skin is beautiful, even without makeup,” he noted deeply. “It looks like silk.”
    Her head turned. She met his eyes evenly and her heart jumped. He was very sexy.
    â€œWhat are you thinking?” he murmured.
    â€œI’ll bet you know everything there is to know about women,” she confessed huskily.
    His eyes narrowed. “And you know next to nothing about men.”
    Her eyes misted. “I haven’t wanted to,” she said softly. Her gaze fell to his wide, chiseled mouth.
    â€œCareful,” he said quietly. “I’ve kept to myself for a long time.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t hurt me,” she whispered daringly, meeting his searching gaze. “I wish…oh, I wish!”
    â€œYou wish…what?” he prompted, his jaw clutching as the fragrance of her body drifted down into his nostrils. She was so close that he could see her heart beating at the neck of her blouse. He wanted to jerk her down into his arms and kiss her until her beautiful mouth began to swell.
    She was feeling the same hunger. She looked at his mouth and wondered how it would feel to kiss it in tensely, the way she’d stage-kissed her fellow actor in the movie they’d made at the Dunn ranch. She could al most taste Cash’s hard mouth. Her body felt swollen, achy. It was like a thirst that no water would ever be able to quench.
    Her breath caught noisily in her throat as her full lips parted. “I wish…”
    The sound of the toilet flushing broke them apart. She stood up, forgetting the Danish, and went to the sink to wash her hands because she needed something to still them.
    Rory came back, totally oblivious to what he’d interrupted, and helped himself to a Danish. After a minute, Tippy poured coffee for herself and orange juice for Rory, and sat down at the table as if nothing at all had happened.
    Â 
    T HEY WENT TO THE A MERICAN Museum of Natural History first, to see the renovated dinosaur exhibit on the fourth floor.There was a long line because of the special exhibits, one that included a film and a shop concerned only with Albert Einstein. They stood in line for over an hour before they were able to get their tickets.
    Rory went from one of the fossils to another, eagerly climbing a flight of stairs above the tallest skeleton so that he could look down on the massive shoulder blades and hip joints.
    â€œHe loves dinosaurs,” Tippy remarked, sauntering along beside Cash in her long green velvet skirt with boots and a white silk blouse under her black leather coat. Her hair was around her shoulders, and she was drawing attention from men as well as women, despite the very light touch of cosmetics she’d used.
    Beside her Cash felt a surge of pride in her company. She really was beautiful, he thought, and it had so little to do with surface appearance. She was pure gold inside, where it counted.
    â€œI like dinosaurs myself,” he commented. “I was here several years ago, but I missed the dinosaurs because this exhibit was being reworked. They’re impressive.”
    She leaned closer to a sign to read it.
    â€œYou aren’t wearing your glasses,” he remarked.
    She laughed self-consciously. “I’m a walking disaster when I have them on,” she said dryly. “I clean them with whatever’s handy. The lenses stay scratched, and I’ve already had them replaced twice.”
    â€œThey have new lenses that don’t scratch easily,” he pointed out.
    â€œYes, that’s the kind I got. Sadly, they aren’t fool proof.” She lifted a beautiful shoulder. “I wish I could wear contacts, but