she decided to retire. Sort of.”
“And she hunts?” he asked.
“Hunts, rides, ropes, and can outcuss most veteran cowboys,” she told him. “She’s quite a character.”
“You’re a character yourself,” he said. “When J.D. told me he took you along on secret meetings, I began to realize that he had an unusual relationship with you. J.D. doesn’t trust anybody except his sister and me.”
That wasn’t bragging, either, she realized. Just a statement of fact. “He doesn’t trust Laremos.”
“Neither do I,” he whispered, smiling.
She burst out laughing, but the amusement faded immediately as J.D. started toward the car, and she felt herself freezing up. But she needn’t have worried. J.D. climbed into the backseat and slammed the door, waving to Laremos.
“Be back in a few hours, boss,” Shirt called to him. Laremos grinned and waved, and they were under way.
It was a long trip to the airport, not because of distance but because of the tension between Gabby and J.D. Despite First Shirt’s efforts to keep things casual, Gabby drew into herself and didn’t say a word all the way.
It was like that during the flight back as well. Gabby was relieved to find that their seats were not together. She was sandwiched between a businessman and a young girl. J.D.’s seat was farther back. Not one word had passed between them when they landed at O’Hare airport in the wee hours of the morning.
It took her a long time to find a place in the swollen ranks of departing passengers. She didn’t look back to see where J.D. was, either. Her only thought was to get back to her apartment. After that she’d face the thought of leaving J.D. forever, of finding another job and getting on with her life.
At last she reached the front of the terminal and stepped out into the breezy night air that carried the sound of distant car horns and city smells that had become so familiar. There was no cab in sight, but Gabby wasn’t daunted. She’d just call one.
“Come on,” J.D. said tersely, appearing just behind her. “I’ll drive you.”
She glared at him. “I’d rather be mugged.”
“You might be, at this hour, alone,” he said matter-of-factly. “What’s the matter, afraid of me?” he taunted.
She was; he’d made her afraid. But she was too proud to let him see how much.
After a minute, she turned and followed him toward the parking lot. A little later, they were winding their way back into Chicago.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” he asked.
She knew instinctively what he meant. “Yes. I’m going to try to find a job in the IT field. I like working with computers.”
He glanced toward her. “I thought you enjoyed legal work. It’s too bad, to let that paralegal training go to waste.”
“I’m tired of legal work,” she said noncommittally. What she meant was that she couldn’t take the risk of running into J.D. accidentally after she’d quit. It would be too painful.
He shrugged, driving calmly. “It’s your life. You’d better call that agency Monday morning and have them send over some applicants. I’ll let Dick do the interviewing this time,” he added with a cold laugh.
Her fingers clenched on her purse. She stared out of the window at the river.
“No comment?” he prodded.
“About what?” she asked indifferently.
He sighed. One more turn and he pulled the car into a parking spot in front of her apartment building.
She got out and waited for him to get her carry-on bag. “Don’t bother walking me up,” she said.
He glared down at her. “I wasn’t aware that I’d offered.”
Her anger exploded. “I hate you,” she said in a venomous whisper.
“Yes, I know you do,” he said with a cold smile.
She whirled on her heel and started toward the door of the building.
“Gabby,” he called curtly.
She stopped with her hand on the door, but didn’t turn. “What?”
“You’ll work a two-week notice. Every day of it. Or I’ll make sure you
“And she hunts?” he asked.
“Hunts, rides, ropes, and can outcuss most veteran cowboys,” she told him. “She’s quite a character.”
“You’re a character yourself,” he said. “When J.D. told me he took you along on secret meetings, I began to realize that he had an unusual relationship with you. J.D. doesn’t trust anybody except his sister and me.”
That wasn’t bragging, either, she realized. Just a statement of fact. “He doesn’t trust Laremos.”
“Neither do I,” he whispered, smiling.
She burst out laughing, but the amusement faded immediately as J.D. started toward the car, and she felt herself freezing up. But she needn’t have worried. J.D. climbed into the backseat and slammed the door, waving to Laremos.
“Be back in a few hours, boss,” Shirt called to him. Laremos grinned and waved, and they were under way.
It was a long trip to the airport, not because of distance but because of the tension between Gabby and J.D. Despite First Shirt’s efforts to keep things casual, Gabby drew into herself and didn’t say a word all the way.
It was like that during the flight back as well. Gabby was relieved to find that their seats were not together. She was sandwiched between a businessman and a young girl. J.D.’s seat was farther back. Not one word had passed between them when they landed at O’Hare airport in the wee hours of the morning.
It took her a long time to find a place in the swollen ranks of departing passengers. She didn’t look back to see where J.D. was, either. Her only thought was to get back to her apartment. After that she’d face the thought of leaving J.D. forever, of finding another job and getting on with her life.
At last she reached the front of the terminal and stepped out into the breezy night air that carried the sound of distant car horns and city smells that had become so familiar. There was no cab in sight, but Gabby wasn’t daunted. She’d just call one.
“Come on,” J.D. said tersely, appearing just behind her. “I’ll drive you.”
She glared at him. “I’d rather be mugged.”
“You might be, at this hour, alone,” he said matter-of-factly. “What’s the matter, afraid of me?” he taunted.
She was; he’d made her afraid. But she was too proud to let him see how much.
After a minute, she turned and followed him toward the parking lot. A little later, they were winding their way back into Chicago.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” he asked.
She knew instinctively what he meant. “Yes. I’m going to try to find a job in the IT field. I like working with computers.”
He glanced toward her. “I thought you enjoyed legal work. It’s too bad, to let that paralegal training go to waste.”
“I’m tired of legal work,” she said noncommittally. What she meant was that she couldn’t take the risk of running into J.D. accidentally after she’d quit. It would be too painful.
He shrugged, driving calmly. “It’s your life. You’d better call that agency Monday morning and have them send over some applicants. I’ll let Dick do the interviewing this time,” he added with a cold laugh.
Her fingers clenched on her purse. She stared out of the window at the river.
“No comment?” he prodded.
“About what?” she asked indifferently.
He sighed. One more turn and he pulled the car into a parking spot in front of her apartment building.
She got out and waited for him to get her carry-on bag. “Don’t bother walking me up,” she said.
He glared down at her. “I wasn’t aware that I’d offered.”
Her anger exploded. “I hate you,” she said in a venomous whisper.
“Yes, I know you do,” he said with a cold smile.
She whirled on her heel and started toward the door of the building.
“Gabby,” he called curtly.
She stopped with her hand on the door, but didn’t turn. “What?”
“You’ll work a two-week notice. Every day of it. Or I’ll make sure you
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