Desperate Desire [antikvár]

Coming out of Northport's small supermarket, her arms full of brown paper grocery bags, Lenore Pariéi didn't see the man who was approaching the entrance to the store, and she walked right into him. Knocked off balance, clutching the loaded heavy bags tightly to her chest, afraid she might drop the one containing the eggs, she went staggering back against the door that had closed behind her, bounced off it and feli forward against the man. He swore viciously and descriptively, leaving her in no doubt about his opinion of her, while his hands grasped her arms bruisingly. Managing somehow to keep his balance, he held her upright until she was once more on an even keel. Breathless and indignant, she glared up at him. Below fronds of untidy, untrimmed longish ashblond hair falling across his broad forehead dark frameless glasses glinted down at her instead of eyes. His well-shaped lips curved back from his white teeth in a snarl. 'Why the hell don't you look where you're going?' he grated. 'Why don't you?' Lenore retorted acidly, and turning away from him she marched along the narrow sidewalk towards the junction of Bay Street and Main Street, her long síim legs in their tight-fitting jeans and high brown leather boots