(Night Tales #1) Night Shift by Nora Roberts

Author:Nora Roberts [Roberts, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

shirt. Okay?"

"Sure." He pressed a kiss to her brow. "It's the best offer I've had in years."

Chapter 7

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There was a wall of noise—the backbeat, the bass, the wail of a guitar riff.

There were spinning lights, undulating bodies, the clamor of feet. Cilia set the

tone with her midnight voice and stood back to enjoy the results. The ballroom

was alive with sound—laughter, music, voices raised in spurts of conversation.

Cilia had her finger on the controls. She didn't know any of the faces, but it

was her party.

Boyd sipped a club soda and politely avoided a none-too-subtle invitation from a

six-foot blonde in a skimpy blue dress. He didn't consider this a trial. He'd

spent a large portion of his career watching people, and he'd never gotten bored

with it.

It was a hell of a party, and he wouldn't have minded a turn on the dance floor.

But he preferred keeping his eye on Cilia. There were worse ways to spend the

evening.

She presided over a long table at the front of the ballroom, her records

stacked, her amps turned up high. She glittered. Her silver-sequined jacket and

black stovepipe pants were a whole new look in tuxedos. Her hair was full and

loose, and when she turned her head the silver stars at her ears glistened.

She'd already lured dozens of couples onto the dance floor, and they were

bopping and swaying elbow to elbow. Others crowded around the edges in groups or

loitered at the banquet tables, lingering over drinks and conversation.

The music was loud, hot and fast. He'd already learned that was how she liked it

best. As far as he could tell, the class of 75 was having the time of their

lives. From all appearances, Cilia was, too.

She was joking with a few members of the graduating class, most of them male.

More than a few of them had imbibed freely at the cash bar. But she was handling

herself, Boyd noted. Smooth as silk.

He didn't particularly like it when a man with a lineman's chest put a beefy arm

around her and squeezed. But Cilia shook her head. Whatever brush-off she used,

she sent the guy off with a smile on his face.

"There's more where that came from, boys and girls. Let's take you back, all the

way back to prom night, 1975." She cued up the Eagles' "One Of These Nights,"

then skimmed the crowd for Boyd.

When she spotted him, she smiled. Fully, so that even with the room between them

he could see her eyes glow. He wondered if he could manage to get her to look at

him like that when they didn't have five hundred people between them. He had to

grin when she put a hand to her throat and mimed desperate thirst.

Lord, he looked wonderful, Cilia thought as she watched him turn toward the bar.

Strange, she would have thought a smoke-gray jacket would look too conservative

on a man for her tastes. On him, it worked. So well, she mused with a wry smile,

that half the female portion of the class of 75 had their eye on him.

Tough luck, ladies, she thought.

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