'Absolutely.'
She looked back at the building. The sign above the covered porch read IMAGES OF THE WEST. That tickled some memory, but she dismissed it. With a name that generic, of course it seemed familiar.
'You ready to go in?' Joe asked.
She pulled the portfolio into her lap but made no move to open the door. 'Give me a minute to think of what I'll say.'
'What's to think about? We'll go in, I'll introduce you to the owner, then you'll take it from there.'
'You're right. I don't know why I'm so nervous.' She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'I've been on the other end of this enough times to know what to do. Artists came into the gallery where I worked all the time. Even though we rejected most of them, we were never mean about it.'
'Exactly.' He reached for the door handle. 'Now, let's go in.'
'In a minute.'
'Maddy…' He sighed impatiently.
'Don't get all exasperated. I know it won't kill me to have them reject my work, but…'
'I know. This is important to you. I understand. Now, let's go.'
'It's hugely important.' She laid her hand on his bare arm before he could open the door, then pulled it back when he turned. 'I don't want to mess up my chances by jumping the gun. My port-folio is okay, but if I wait just a bit, it will be even stronger.'
'All right, here's my take.' He settled, back against the seat. 'You're projecting too far ahead, not concentrating on the task right in front of you. A solid long-term strategy is Mnade up of steps. Today's step is to get past your first jump.'
'First jump?' She frowned.
'As in parachuting. The first jump is the scariest. You scream-if not aloud at least inside your head- the whole way down. After that'-he flashed a devilish grin-'the fear becomes part of the thrill.'
'You are so warped.' She laughed, which helped to loosen the knot in her stomach. 'So, was that the scariest thing you did in training? Parachuting?'
He narrowed his eyes. 'Are you stalling?'
'Maybe.' She grinned unabashedly. 'So was it?'
He relented with a sigh. 'No. Jumping out of a plane from twelve thousand feet was nothing compared to jumping off the high diving board into the deep end of a swimming pool.'
'Why was that scary? You're a good swimmer.'
'Not when I'm wearing combat boots, fifty pounds of gear, and I'm carrying a rifle. Add to that the little fact that I was winded from all the P.T. they'd just put us through and blindfolded so I couldn't tell which way was up or down.'
'Oh my God!' Her eyes went wide. 'Why on earth would they do that to you? And why would you let them?'
'Because I wanted to be a Ranger badly enough to do damn near anything.' Resolve sharpened the planes of his face. 'To make it past each cut, we had to prove we were tough enough.'
'And that's what they made you do to prove you were physically tough enough?'
'Not just physically, but mentally. The instructors came up with a lot of drills to prove we wouldn't panic under pressure and start acting on our own instincts rather than following orders. For me those tests were the hardest because I've never been real big on trusting other people.'
'NaH.' She feigned shock. 'Surely you jest.'
' 'Fraid not,' he confessed, straight-faced. 'In fact, they actually put that in my psychological evaluation file. 'Has difficulty trusting his teammates.' '
She laughed. 'That sounds like something a teacher would send home in a note to your parents. 'Little Joey doesn't play well with the other boys.' '
A corner of his mouth kicked up. 'No, I only play well with the girls.'
She gave him a look. 'Go on with your story. I take it you passed all their diabolical tests, since you made it into the Rangers.'
'I did.' Pride joined the resolve. 'I made it because I learned to suppress fear, to follow orders, and to focus on the task at hand.'
She glanced back at the building and made a face. 'I suppose the moral of the story is that I should trust you and follow your orders.'
'You follow orders?' He put his fingertips to his chest. 'Please, let's try to keep our objective obtainable here. Besides, there is no moral to the story. There's only the question: How bad do you want it?'
Determination filled her. 'Bad.'
'Okay, then.' His voice turned tough and ready for action. 'Let's go do it!'
'Right.' She nodded and climbed out of the truck, then fell into step beside him as they crossed the parking lot. 'What's the owner's name?'
'Sylvia. She knows the art business inside and out, and she has a formidable reputation.'
'Gee, thanks for the effort to keep me calm.'
'No, she's nice. That's why I picked this place for your first jump.'
'Translation: She'll be gentle when she rips out my heart and stomps on it.'
'What I meant was if she offers you advice, take it.'
'Got it.' They stepped onto a covered porch and Maddy reached for the door.
'Wait.' Joe closed his hand over her forearm. 'I just realized there is a moral to the story about the diving board.'
'Oh?'
'The last thing the instructors said before they sent me charging down the board for the big drop was, 'Oh yeah, extend your arms.' '
She gave him a questioning look.
'I was holding a rifle with both hands right in front of my chest. If I hadn't thrust my arms out in front of me, I would have broken my jaw the instant gravity took over. So the moral of the story is, don't hold anything too close. Keep things at arm's length, or you'll get busted in the chops.'
An incredulous laugh escaped her. 'You mean, want it badly enough to do anything to get it, but don't care enough to be hurt when it doesn't happen?'
'Something like that.'
'That's stupid.'
'But it works.'
'No it doesn't. You macho men just like to pre-tend it doesn't hurt when you take it on the chin. I, on the other hand, have no problem screaming 'ouch' and bawling my eyes out.'
'Whatever works for you.' He opened the door for her and a bell jingled from the handle.
Still shaking her head, Maddy passed into a large room that had been partitioned off to create small alcoves with lots of wall space to hang art. The ambience was straightforward, almost businesslike compared to the other places they'd been.
Off to one side, a young woman with long black hair was talking on the phone. The minute she hung up, a smile lit her face. 'Joe. We haven't seen you in a while.'
'I've been busy getting the camp ready for summer.'
'Well, you picked a good day to stop by. We just got in a new shipment from Red Feather and there's one little gem I think you'll fall in love with at first sight.'
'No, please.' He covered his eyes. 'Don't even start. I have no willpower to resist her work, and my walls are covered. Seriously. I don't have an inch of space left.'
'Not even for a little painting?'
He started to object again, then lowered his hand. 'How little?'
Maddy cocked her head, caught between anxiety and amusement to see this side of Joe. The movement was small, but it brought his attention back to her.
'Oh.' He pulled her forward. 'Maddy, this is Juanita, a former counselor at Camp Enchantment. Juanita, Maddy, an artist from Texas. We're hoping to see Sylvia. Is she in?'
