Play Our Song Again [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONEHe stood under the hot jets of the shower spray wiUing the sensations to banish some of the tiredness from his body. And he was tired, in mind and body. His neck and shoulder muscles ached and his eyes felt gritty and strained as he closed them tightly and rinsed the soap from his hair. He could almost enjoy the feel of the water on his naked body, tall, taut, well-built. There wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on his six foot frame, the rigours of his profession, perhaps not generally realised, requiring his body to be physically fit and his stamina excessive.Eventually he switched off the water and dried himself on a huge blue bath sheet, rubbing his hair as though the vigorous action could clear his sluggish mind. His hand moved over his jaw and, sighing, he reached for his shaving kit. Tonight everything was such an effort.He ran a comb over his still damp hair and his eyes rested on the reflection in the mirror. Square jaw, high cheekbones, a serious face, all planes and angles, the lips well shaped, with a tendency towards sensual fullness until he drew them tight, as he seemed to do most of the time of late, in an expression of cynical detachment. His eyes were an unusual shade, a light blue-green, depending on the reflecting colours about him, but they stood out starkly against his tanned face and thick dark hair, now liberally touched with grey at the temples. Distinguished, Margot called ithe grimaced. All in all, not an overly handsome face but not without its attract-tion to the opposite sex. Most women found him attract-