the people working there who'd be interested in applying. I
didn't care if it was arrogant to say I was the best choice.
It was true.
Vivian cleared her throat and put down her pen. 'What
does…Paul…say about this?'
I didn't miss the way she lingered on his name. 'He's very
supportive of me.'
'And you'd be wiling to leave him?'
'I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't intend to take the job.'
Again, she cleared her throat. I wanted to feel sorry for
her, but nobody had made her start an affair with a
married man. Knowing Paul the way I did, I doubted he
was even the one to initiate it. Hel. Even if he had, anyone
with two brain cels to rub together should know better
than to poach.
'I'l let you know,' she said finaly.
I knew better than to poke. I stood and offered my hand,
which she took as though the gesture surprised her.
'Thanks for your time.'
'I'l let you know,' she said again.
'I'm sure you wil.'
She opened her mouth as if she meant to say more, but
closed it abruptly. Without another word she bent back to
her work and I left her to it. I passed Brenda in the hal,
and she gave me a squinty look.
and she gave me a squinty look.
'Were you just talking to Vivian?'
'Yep. Is that where you're going?'
She nodded. 'I hope she hires me, Paige. This is my
second interview for the program.' She paused. 'I thought
you said you weren't interested.'
'Things change,' was al I said.
Brenda nodded. 'Yeah, I guess they do.'
'Good luck,' I said, and meant it.
'You, too,' she said, but probably didn't. 'Though I'd be
—'
She stopped. I waited.
'Brenda?'
She shook her head, then gestured me closer. 'It's just
that…wel, you know. I didn't think Vivian would want to
work with you because of you know what.'
I kept my expression neutral. 'No, what?'
I kept my expression neutral. 'No, what?'
'Paul,' Brenda whispered harshly. Her eyes glittered.
'What about him?'
'She…and him…you know.'
'I realy don't,' I said calmly. I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction.
'Don't you? Because everyone knows they are…?'
I studied her, wondering if she and her 'sweetie' ever did it doggie-style.
'Or were…?' Brenda lilted, waiting for me to respond.
