Kitty ... baby, I have to tell you something ... - Tom, gathering his willpower into a fist and fighting off Austin, who was about to jump into his arms, found the courage to start a difficult conversation from the threshold. Better he himself ... than the well-wishers report. Moreover, judging by the knitted eyebrows and the ragged rhythm beaten off by her nails on the tabletop, she already knows about it ... Lou did pass, jealous goat?! It is even strange that he does not meet, with his nose turned up and his entire reserve of contempt and superiority rolled out onto his face. Kit must have asked to be left alone… he himself would hardly have refused the pleasure of seeing his auto-da-fé*.Looking at her while she looks at the damned photos, there is no strength. So Tom studies the patterns on her fluffy knitted socks. Good socks, warm… March is dank in Manchester. The socks are good. And he's an asshole. Maybe even an unmarried asshole. Free as a snot in flight. And no access to th

Luis managed to arrive before Rosvo's body was packed in a plastic bag to be taken away for an autopsy. Kitty was sitting beside him on the wet pavement, her big head on her knees. Blood was still beginning to thicken from her bared mouth onto her jeans. Tom, clutching the roaring Tapi to his chest, was talking to the constable, trying not to let his beloved out of his sight.- Is he okay? Lou touched the curly little head of his son in a funny eared hat with his palm. Tom nodded briefly.Nightmare. The damn nightmare came back into their lives all at once, in one day... Horror with a nauseating spasm twisted the stomach into a knot. Trying not to look into the dog's glassy eyes, Louis knelt beside him. She wept in silence, large tears flowing down her cheeks, which immediately mixed with a drizzle of rain.- Are you whole? Sun…“Ma'am… I'm sorry, ma'am. I need to pick him up. Excuse me?A constable with a terrible black bag in his hands hovered like a cast statue over Keith. Lou felt

Since the fifth time? Bravo! Sniper,” Keith laughs, clapping his hands. - If suddenly there is a war, I will keep in mind that with you at least in battle, even in reconnaissance.“The sarcasm from your mouth, milady, hurts to the very heart, immediately and on the spot,” Hank makes a pained face and rolls his eyes theatrically, pressing his hands to his chest.- Oh, bastard...He squints at her with a sly eye:“I might as well die at your feet, hard-hearted woman.- Well, of course. You don’t die from harmless hairpins,” she retorts bitterly."Then shall we celebrate my triumphant cigarette-throwing?"- I understand that a negative answer is not even allowed in thoughts?The guy immediately changes in his face, becomes serious in one moment. Everything, no slyness in the eyes, no smile.“I didn’t mean to impose myself, I’m sorry ... I just thought, once ... Okay, chase me like a mangy dog ​​if I went too far.”I can't, like a dog. I love dogs,” Keith sighs. “Let’s go celebrate… Have

“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S

Hank took a deep breath. Turned over to the side. On the stomach. Again on the side. Opened, it seemed that it was too hot. The clock at the head of the room lit up part of the room with a ghostly light, showing 2:13 am on the clock face. There was no sleep at all. Pulling the pillow from under his head, he pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around his knees. At least some illusion of a red-haired witch is nearby ... He had never fallen in love so quickly and painfully.Once he got on the Internet, he surfed for hours on end, looking at her photos, listening to her music, and reading articles, interviews, and gossip of all kinds. In the photo, she often appeared with one of her boyfriends, or even with both at once ... Jealousy was driven into her heart like a painful nail at the sight of their happy faces and remained there, burning. The brothers adored her, and it was impossible to hide it - the camera does not know how to lie. At one time they did not advertise their relationsh