Snowflakes on the Sea

Snowflakes on the Sea by Linda Lael Miller Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Linda Lael Miller
tapping expressively at the less provincial drink Mallory hadn’t noticed before. Diane’s gaze swung fondly to Nathan, moving over his impressive frame like a caress.
    Nathan scowled and tossed a beleaguered look in Mallory’s direction that brought his earlier one-word appraisal of Diane swiftly to mind. Bitch.
    Mallory smiled, and for a while at least, she was no longer afraid of this woman, no longer in awe of her beauty and her sophistication and her undeniable charm. “Nathan?” she asked, again indicating the coffeepot.
    He nodded, and Mallory grinned as she filled his cup and set it before him.
    “That’s bad for you!” Diane complained, frowning and reaching out to grasp Nathan’s arm.
    Nathan pulled free, raised the cup to his lips and winked at his wife. “Allow me this one vice,” he said. “Since I’m temporarily denied my favorite.”
    Mallory felt her face flush, but she didn’t look away. Nathan’s gaze lingered at her lips for a long moment, causing her a sweet, singular sort of discomfort.
    “So,” Diane said, too cheerfully, “how is it that the notorious Ms. O’Connor isn’t cavorting before the cameras?”
    Mallory felt strong and confident for the first time in weeks, though she couldn’t decide whether the quality had its roots in the long talk with Kate or the way Nathan was quietly making love to her with his eyes. Both, probably.
    “The name is McKendrick,” she said pleasantly, with a slight lift of her chin.
    Something changed in Nathan’s eyes; there was an earnest curiosity there, displacing the teasing hunger she’d noticed before.
    Diane looked mildly upset. “I thought ‘O’Connor’ was your professional name,” she said in an argumentative tone.
    “O’Connor was my maiden name,” Mallory replied sweetly, with a corresponding smile. “I am married, you know.”
    Nathan raised one eyebrow, but he said nothing. He merely toyed with the handle of his coffee mug.
    Diane was obviously at a loss, but she recovered quickly. Leveling her devastating blue eyes at Nathan, she seemed to forget that Mallory was even in the room. “What have you decided about that television special, Nathan? I think it would be great to go back to Australia again, don’t you? And the money is fantastic, even for you—”
    Mallory suddenly felt bereft again, shut out. Those feelings intensified when she saw a sparkle in Nathan’s dark eyes. What was he remembering? The beautiful, awe-inspiring Australian countryside? Walks along moon-kissed beaches with a warm and willing Diane?
    “The people are so friendly,” he mused aloud.
    Especially the ones who wear Spandex jeans and lip gloss, Mallory thought bitterly.
    Diane laughed with unrestrained glee and clapped her elegant hands together. Her whole face shone with appealing mischief as she smiled at Nathan. “I thought I would die when you were presented with that kangaroo!” she sang, and her voice rang like music in the simple, homey room.
    Nathan grinned at the memory, but then his eyes strayed to Mallory, just briefly, and darkened with an emotion she couldn’t quite read.
    “They gave you a kangaroo?” Mallory put in quickly, in an effort to join the conversation. “What did you do with it?”
    He shrugged, and his gaze was fixed on some point just above Diane’s glowing head. “I gave it to the zoo.”
    “And then there was that great Christmas Eve party,” Diane trilled, tossing a look of triumphant malice in Mallory’s direction. “My God, the sun was coming up before that broke up—”
    Nathan frowned, clearly irritated by the mention of the holidays. Or was he warning Diane not to reveal too much? “Ho, ho, ho,” he grumbled.
    Mallory lowered her eyes to her coffee cup. Her shooting schedule hadn’t permitted her to join Nathan at Christmas, and while they hadn’t discussed that fact in person, the subject had generated several scathing exchanges over long-distance telephone. She said nothing.
    But Diane went

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