The Russos 1 by D J Manly

The Russos 1 by D J Manly

Author:D J Manly [Manly, D J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1601800290
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00


She handed him an ice-filled glass filled with cola.

She returned his smile. God, he was handsome.

Beautiful eyes, the color of liquid chocolate... long black hair...broad shoulders, great body. He reminded her of some celebrity, although she couldn't think who. She let her eyes linger on his mouth as he spoke to her, lower lip slightly fuller than the other, a mouth made for kissing.

"Miss?"

She mentally slapped herself. "Yes, sir."

"A pillow when you get around to it, okay? Thanks," he said, settling down and closing his eyes before Mr. Talkative could begin his endless chatter.

She ran her gaze over him again before handing the guy beside him his gin and ginger ale. Suddenly she remembered where she had seen him.

"Excuse me...sir..." her voice was excited.

Angelo opened his eyes. "Yes?" Oh, God, she had recognized him. He could see it in her eyes.

He stood up immediately and took her elbow before she could continue. He turned her gently into the aisle, his lips at her ear. People were staring.

"Please," he told her, "I'm traveling incognito, okay. The man beside me is a reporter and if he discovers who I am, I won't get a moment's peace. I'll be eternally grateful to you if you help me to keep a low profile. I'm dealing with a lot right now. I really can't deal with the press."

She turned her face to his and smiled. "I'm on stop-over in L.A. for a few days. I know that it's probably a bad time for you, but..."

"Write down a number where I can reach you," he whispered close to her cheek. "I'll call if I get some time, and thank you."

She nodded and then said in a loud voice, "I will be bringing your pillow, sir."

He took his seat and closed his eyes again. He felt sleazy. He had done something his father would have done, agreed to take a phone number he had no intention of ever calling. Oh, well, you did what you had to do. Imagine that girl thinking that with his dad in prison and his uncle near death, he would take time to go out on a date with her.

His parents had tried to keep him out of the media, and they had done a good job. When he was a kid, no one ever knew that Drake was his dad, but when he got older and went on tour with them, people asked questions. He did look like his father. His dad was in his mid-thirties, but stayed in great shape. They were beginning to look more like brothers than father and son. They were both over six feet, slim, muscular with long black hair and dark eyes. The press began taking pictures of him and it had just begun to be known before he left on his travels that Drake had an eighteen-year-old son.

Leaving to travel around Europe had kept him out of the papers for a while, but some people did recognize him from time to time. Now, he



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