Nora Roberts. Simulator (№ 278575)

- Damn you, eve! What have you done to your face?
- I'm not guilty. Slightly offended, she gently felt his cheekbone. - Someone pushed me right to the fist of the guy when I tried to stop him, lest he be beaten to death with the other guy who masturbated in the subway. Can't blame the guy who with the fist, he was aiming not at me. But it still hurts.
- My life, - sadly shook his head, roarke, was a succession of gray everyday life, yet it is not you came.
Yeah, I all right glisten like a rainbow. Eve worked his jaw. In any case, the face. You can do the tedious work?
- Willing to consider such a possibility. But first put something on that bruise.
- Yes, okay. You know, the guy from the transport police told me that the guy regularly goes on this line. All know him. His nickname was Wobbly Willie.
What a charming detail of the new York landscape! - Roark dragged her to the Elevator. - I want to ride the subway.