Gibson had been aghast when Edith had told him. “What’s the matter with just one?”
But apparently the quantity hadn’t been up for discussion.
“We’ll take all we can get,” Edith had said cheerfully. She was over the moon about going to North Carolina and helping out with her first grandchildren. In fact she could hardly wait.
Gibson hadn’t been able to say no. He knew she would have simply quit if he had. So he’d said, all right. But once he’d agreed, he’d shoved the thought right out of his mind.
“Get someone to take your place,” he’d finally told her yesterday when she’d asked if he had someone in mind.
“I think Chloe will do fine,” Edith said now.
“What?” Gibson practically shouted.
But Edith just smiled her I’m-going-to-be-a-grandmother-and-all-is-right-with-the-world smile. “She looks sane and sensible and responsible. And if your sister trusts her...”
“My sister—”
“Is a good judge of character,” Edith said firmly. “If he doesn’t want you as his assistant, you can take over for me all right?” she said to Chloe. Then she looked at Gibson “Do you want her?”
A damned unfortunate choice of words.
Gibson felt his tongue tangling with his teeth. No, dam it, he didn’t want her! Not in his studio every day. Not ever in his reception room. And not just because his body had had an inconvenient reaction to her, either.
But he knew he was stuck. Gina proposed, Edith dis posed. And he, heaven help him, was caught in the under tow.
But he wanted one thing understood. He turned on Chloe “I won’t be responsible for you!”
She looked at him, startled. “Of course not!”
He poked a finger under her nose and waggled it. “ won’t fight your battles for you or protect your innocence or mollycoddle you in any way!”
“I never asked—”
His finger stabbed the air, making his point. “I just wan it clear. If you stay, you’re on your own!”
She stood her ground, drat her. She even looked muti nous. He thought she might bite his finger.
“Yes, certainly!” she agreed. As he turned away, she asked almost belligerently, “Is there anything else?”
He whirled back. “Yes! You’ll damned well keep you clothes on!”
CHAPTER TWO
OF COURSE Gib had to find her a place to stay. Gina reminded him that he’d told her he would.
“I did what?” he yelped.
She had called late that evening just to “check on things”—to see how “darling Chloe” was, and to find out where he’d arranged for her to stay.
“You said you’d find her a sublet,” Gina told him.
He was sure he had done no such thing. “I said I’d find her a sublet? I said that? In those words?”
“Well, if you’re going to sound like a lawyer about it,” Gina said huffily, “I suppose those weren’t your precise words. When we discussed it, I asked if you could find her a place to stay, a sublet or something, and you said sure, you guessed.”
“I never thought—” But he couldn’t tell her that he had come to count on her not following through. He owed her. A lot. And she rarely actually asked for anything.
Just this. Just...
Chloe.
“Nothing yet.”
“Nothing?” Gina sounded horrified.
“Yet, I said,” Gib muttered, beleaguered. “I’ll find something.”
“You won’t be sorry,” Gina said, all traces of huffiness gone at once. “I’m sure it will work out really well for both of you. Chloe was so eager to come. And she’s such a hard worker, Gib. There is nothing you could ask that Chloe wouldn’t do to help out.”
“You don’t say,” Gib replied drily, biting on the inside of his cheek to keep from telling Gina exactly what Chloe had already done.
She would be shocked. Hell, when he thought about it—about who she was—he was shocked. But he wasn’t going to mention it. Chloe Madsen, naked, was a memory he had no intention of sharing with anyone.
“She’s quite a good photographer in her own right,” Gina went on. “Oh, not in your class, dear. But she shoots wonderful photos for the Gazette.”
The Collierville Gazette was the local weekly newspaper. Gina was the business manager of the paper, so that was clearly where she and Chloe had connected. The photos Gib remembered in the Gazette’s pages were of local Pork Queens, fiftieth wedding anniversary celebrants, high-school football players who scored winning touchdowns and, for variety, artful “scenic” shots of acres and acres of corn and soybeans.
“And this inspired her to want to come to New York?”
“Not exactly.” Gina paused. “It had something to do with a nun, I think.”
“A nun!”
“For a story she wrote. Chloe, I mean. It sparked off something in her. She’s been a little restless, trying to figure out what she should do...”
Dance naked? Gib thought, smiling.
“She taught kindergarten for three years before she came to work on the paper.”
“Kindergarten?” He’d seen a kindergarten teacher naked !
Worse, at the memory, Gib could feel a stirring in his body even now. At least her being a kindergarten teacher explained the prim shirtwaist dress.
“She was wonderful with the children. She loved it, but she was a little restless there, too. She thought maybe it wasn’t what she ought to do forever, so she came to the paper last year.”
“And she still isn’t satisfied?” Gib asked.
“Well, I don’t know that she isn’t satisfied. But she’s lived in Iowa all her life. She wants to see what’s beyond the horizon.”
The more fool she, Gib thought.
“She won’t be able to cope with this,” he told Gina bluntly. “She’s too naive. Too innocent.”
“Well, she’ll have you and—”
“She damned well won’t have me! I’m not Mary Poppins, you know!”
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