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‘They’re still there, darling,’ he assured her ‘We haven’t done a thing to your room since you left, don’t worry’
‘Really?’ She sounded touched and he smiled
‘It will always be there for you when you want to co this goddamn tie or I’ll be late for dinner with Grandee and then he’ll have randfather cannot abide it is unpunctuality’
‘Punctuality is the courtesy of kings,’ Cathy growled in a very good land accents Then she said, ‘Goodnight, Dad, see you soon We can’t wait to welcoain’
‘I can’t wait to be there It seems years, not months, since I last saw you,’ he said, choked with sudden feeling, and heard her blow hi up
He didn’t even have ti his tie when the phone rang again
This ti to hear ‘I just heard on the local news that there was an accident on the subway this evening A girl fell under a train’
Gowrie hadn’t expected that He said blankly, ‘Fell under a train? What girl?’
The voice ary, no doubt re to the calls he got on this line ‘The Czech reporter – Sophie Narodni’
Cold pearls of sweat sprang out on Gowrie’s pale forehead He sat down abruptly on his bed, no longer able to stay on his feet, and gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles shohite
‘Is she dead?’
As Catherine Gowrie put down the phone, an arm came up out of the bed and pulled her back into the waro A mouth nuzzled her neck, a hand cupped one of her naked breasts, her rounded flesh overflowing the hot crucible of fingers
‘You and your father could talk the hind leg off a donkey I thought you would never ring off Chatter, chatter, chatter,’ Paul said ‘There are better things to do in bed than talk M her fro rise of his flesh, heard his breathing quicken
‘You’re insatiable,’ she said, laughing, half-incredulous, but feeling her insides ainst her with that sweet, familiar insistence
‘I can’t have enough of you, sweet Cat,’ he said, his lips parting on her nape, pushing aside her long silken hair, then beginning to trail down the deep indentation of her spine He knew exactly how and where to touch her to arouse her Shutting her eyes, she felt the rough brush of the hair on his thighs, the inti, sliding down, down, underneath and inward, until they found the heat and roan of fierce pleasure