foreman. So, no meeting today.”
“But...” She looked around in desperation. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to do it? She thought he’d brief her today.
“Boss said he wants to see you this afternoon.”
“This afternoon? I’m not waiting around until afternoon to talk to him. I want to see him now.”
Mike pointed out the window where Zach was cleaning the windshield of his racy black sports car. “There he is. Don’t blink or you’ll miss him.”
Mallory dashed past the mechanic and out the front door. Zach was just easing his tall frame into the front seat. “Wait a minute,” she yelled. She didn’t wait for him to answer, she went back in the house, grabbed her purse and jacket from her room and went back outside.
He turned to look in her direction, his face expressionless, as if he’d never seen her before, never heard her yell at him to wait, and started the motor. She yanked the passenger door open.
“Wait a minute. I was expecting a meeting. I need to talk to you.”
“Later,” he said brusquely.
“No, now. I’m the housekeeper, right? I’m supposed to housekeep, but I don’t know what to do or how to do it.”
He exhaled loudly and impatiently. “Don’t do anything. Relax. We’ll talk about it when I get back.”
“I can’t relax. I’m a believer in the Puritan work ethic. If I’m working for you I’m going to work. But I can’t work if I don’t know what to do. I want to talk about it now.”
“I’m going to town now.”
“Then I’ll go with you,” she said, climbing into the seat next to him. “I have some shopping to do. We can talk along the way.”
He shook his head. She fastened her seat belt with a loud click.
“Okay,” he said, racing the motor. “But when we get there, you’re on your own. I’ve got business to attend to.”
“I know. At the job agency.”
He headed down the driveway without speaking. She looked out the window. She’d said she wanted to talk, but now that she was sitting next to him, the smell of leather upholstery mingling with his citrus aftershave, she couldn’t think of anything to say. Her mind was blank. The questions that were burning to be asked were all forgotten.
Her body was buzzing with awareness. Awareness of his oxford cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing muscular sun-bronzed arms. His strong, capable hands on the steering wheel. This idea of riding into town with him was not a good one. Sitting so close she had goose bumps on her bare arms. She was acting too much on impulse these days, unable to think logically. She had half a mind to tell him to stop and let her out, that she’d walk back.
But he distracted her with a question. “So who’s responsible for laying this work ethic on you?”
“My grandparents.”
“They lived with you?”
“No, we lived with them. They were wonderful. Hardworking, old-fashioned in some ways, but understanding, too.”
“What about your parents?”
“My father was in the foreign service. Two years here, two years there. At first they sent us back in the summers to Grandma Annie and Grandpa Ted’s, my sister and I, but the schools were iffy and Mimi and I were tired of moving all the time, making new friends, changing schools. So finally we came back to live with them yearround in Arizona. Grandpa had a small telescope set up in the backyard. I guess that’s where I got the idea I wanted to be an astronomer.”
He nodded.
“But that’s not what I wanted to talk about,” she said. “It’s about the job.”
“Must have taken a lot of hard work and study to get the job, and years of graduate school.”
“That’s where the work ethic came in handy,” she explained. “But that’s not the job I mean.”
“What classes do you teach?”
“Three sections of Astronomy 101 and an advanced seminar. I really like the freshmen best,” she said, turning to face him, enthusiasm spilling from her voice. “Taking them out the first night with a map of the sky. We plot the stars and the planets. The best part is to see the students get excited.”
“The way you did when you looked into your grandfather’s telescope.”
She studied his profile, the high cheekbones and the broad forehead. She didn’t expect someone who’d seemed so self-centered to also be intuitive. “Yes. How did you know?” she asked.
He shrugged and asked some more questions, which she answered. But she never got a chance to discuss her duties at all. When they arrived, he pulled into a parking space on the main street.
“Meet you back at the car, in what...two hours?” he suggested.
“Fine,” she said.
Zach burst into the placement office on the third floor of the only high-rise in town. The name on the door said “Frank Lovejoy and Associates. Personnel and Consulting. Specializing in Ranch and Country.” The receptionist looked up and murmured, “Uh-oh,” as he brushed by her on his way to see Frank, the president, founder and CEO.
“Gotta have a foreman, Frank, and I’ve got to have one today,” he said, pounding on the man’s desk. A greeting in this case was superfluous.
“What about the housekeeper? I might have a housekeeper for you.” Frank ignored Zach’s display of temper and shoved a manila folder across his desk.
Zach hesitated. He’d had a restless night. Thinking about her. The way her face paled when he told her Joe had gone. The way her hands felt captured between his. Her face pressed against his chest as he carried her to the couch. The glow in her eyes when she talked about her nebulae. He scoffed at horoscopes, but Tex’s warning lingered in his ears. “Don’t do anything...or you’ll be sorry.”
Zach leafed through the folder. The housekeeper was fifty-five years old. Hobbies were knitting and bridge. Came highly recommended. She sounded ideal. He didn’t need to read his horoscope to know she was right for the job.
“I’ll take her,” Zach said. Mallory would understand. She was already having second thoughts. In fact, she was so concerned about the job, she’d ridden into town with him just to talk about it. Of course she’d understand she couldn’t do the job.
“Don’t you want to interview her?”
“Not necessary,” he said shrugging off a twinge of guilt. “Now about a foreman.”
“I heard what happened,” Frank said, shaking his head.
“Hasn’t everyone?” Zach asked, irritably. He was trying to be patient. While
