Love Beyond Reason [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE It had been a terrible mistake; Amy realised it as soon as she saw Vic's face—hard and cold with anger. A shiver ran down her back and her legs felt wobbly. He didn't look at all like she remembered him. Was this fj really Vic, this stranger with the three-day growth of fji' beard, the deep tan, the dusty old jeans? There was a squareness about the dark head, a hard muscularity ' about his body_that she didn't recognise. Standing there . ' in the middle of all those people wearing strange ' clothes—saris and turbans and veils—everything i seemed unreal to her. Was this a nightmare? A hallucination? An optical illusion? She closed her eyes briefly, wanting to shut out the alien world around her, the strangeness of that big man in front of her. When she looked again he was still standing there, silent like a i, rock, with his feet slightly apart and his hands in his ' pockets, his eyes still angry. Amy felt sick and dizzy with everything around her swirling in mad circles. No wonder 1 She hadn't seen a bed for over thirty hours and she was exhausted. The last few nights she ', had hardly slept at all, kept awake by excitement and [ i the longing to see him again. Taking a deep breath, she Y anchored her feet to the floor to steady herself and ^ bent down to pick up her suitcases. Her hair fell forward, blocking everything from view, and for a fleeting moment she wished she could hide for ever behind the dark curtain of hair. She straightened, tossing it back behind her shoulders with a swift movement of her ¦ head, and then Vic took a step forward, grabbed her . by the arm, quite ungently, and swung her closer. The suitcases dropped from her fingers and she almost lost _ her balance.