to get over her fears of letting herself love anyone again. Which would take her right up into her eighties.
“Maybe that’s what I should do,” Suzy said. “Of course it will be too late for me to have kids.” She sighed loudly.
“Anybody who’s as bright and cute as you are will find somebody any day now,” Tally said. “You too, Bridget Don’t tell me there aren’t men beating down your door in San Francisco?”
“Not exactly,” Bridget said. “And I must admit after attending the wild horse sale the other day and getting a look at the men around here, it makes city men look awfully effete, if you know what I mean.”
Tally and Suzy exchanged a brief, meaningful look. Bridget hoped she hadn’t given anything away. With gossip spreading like wildfire in this town she didn’t want anyone saying or even thinking she was even moderately interested in Josh or anyone else. Which she wasn’t. She was just curious. About him, about his former wife and any other detail that contributed to her understanding of her Wild Mustang Man. Not hers, she reminded herself. If all went well, soon he’d belong to the world.
“Anyway,” Suzy continued, “even with the money, I’m surprised he agreed to do it. So is everybody in town.”
“So am I,” Bridget confessed. “But I promised to make it as painless as possible. Just taking pictures of him at work. No posing. Nothing artificial.”
“I can’t wait to see the pictures,” Tally said.
“And smell the cologne,” Suzy added. “I’ve got to get back to work now, ladies. It was good meeting you, Bridget. Let’s do this again. If you have time, that is.”
“I will. I won’t be able to spend all day photographing,” Bridget said. As much as she’d like to, Josh would never permit it.
From the diner they each went their separate ways. Bridget went back to the Laundromat to stare thoughtfully at the clothes flopping around in the dryer, to think about Josh Gentry, his son and his former wife. The hours dragged, but somehow she got through the day, and the next day she called Kate to find out what was happening.
“Your pictures are great, just great,” Kate said. “I finally had a chance to run them by the client this morning and they loved them. They want some closeups, though, before they sign the contract. They say they need to see his face, from all angles. I need to see it, too. This guy is really something.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Bridget asked. Then she sighed loudly. “His face from all angles. Okay, okay. I’ll go out there right now.” She crossed her fingers on both hands that he’d be home.
“We’re close, Bridgie,” Kate said. “We’re getting close. I can feel it, can’t you?”
“I think so,” she said. But standing on the quiet street of this small town in a remote corner of Nevada, she felt far removed from the frantic world of advertising. Not that she wasn’t eager to succeed. She was. She wanted to show Scott he was wrong about her, that she was good at what she did. She could write copy, take pictures and sell products. She could support herself. Which was fortunate because nobody else was going to support her.
It was a hard idea to get used to, but she would. She couldn’t have the husband, house and family she’d always wanted. She’d have to be content with money, prestige, independence, and professional accolades. Provided for herself and by herself. There was only one person she could depend upon, and that was Bridget McCloud.
She uncrossed her fingers, hung up the phone and headed back to the ranch to face Josh Gentry once again and to shove a camera into his handsome face. Because if she didn’t do it, who would?
Chapter Four
Josh had been busy yesterday. Very busy. There was no reason to feel guilty because he had things to do and didn’t want to be interrupted. That woman was just going to have to realize he had work to do and couldn’t spend all his time posing for pictures. Or
“Maybe that’s what I should do,” Suzy said. “Of course it will be too late for me to have kids.” She sighed loudly.
“Anybody who’s as bright and cute as you are will find somebody any day now,” Tally said. “You too, Bridget Don’t tell me there aren’t men beating down your door in San Francisco?”
“Not exactly,” Bridget said. “And I must admit after attending the wild horse sale the other day and getting a look at the men around here, it makes city men look awfully effete, if you know what I mean.”
Tally and Suzy exchanged a brief, meaningful look. Bridget hoped she hadn’t given anything away. With gossip spreading like wildfire in this town she didn’t want anyone saying or even thinking she was even moderately interested in Josh or anyone else. Which she wasn’t. She was just curious. About him, about his former wife and any other detail that contributed to her understanding of her Wild Mustang Man. Not hers, she reminded herself. If all went well, soon he’d belong to the world.
“Anyway,” Suzy continued, “even with the money, I’m surprised he agreed to do it. So is everybody in town.”
“So am I,” Bridget confessed. “But I promised to make it as painless as possible. Just taking pictures of him at work. No posing. Nothing artificial.”
“I can’t wait to see the pictures,” Tally said.
“And smell the cologne,” Suzy added. “I’ve got to get back to work now, ladies. It was good meeting you, Bridget. Let’s do this again. If you have time, that is.”
“I will. I won’t be able to spend all day photographing,” Bridget said. As much as she’d like to, Josh would never permit it.
From the diner they each went their separate ways. Bridget went back to the Laundromat to stare thoughtfully at the clothes flopping around in the dryer, to think about Josh Gentry, his son and his former wife. The hours dragged, but somehow she got through the day, and the next day she called Kate to find out what was happening.
“Your pictures are great, just great,” Kate said. “I finally had a chance to run them by the client this morning and they loved them. They want some closeups, though, before they sign the contract. They say they need to see his face, from all angles. I need to see it, too. This guy is really something.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Bridget asked. Then she sighed loudly. “His face from all angles. Okay, okay. I’ll go out there right now.” She crossed her fingers on both hands that he’d be home.
“We’re close, Bridgie,” Kate said. “We’re getting close. I can feel it, can’t you?”
“I think so,” she said. But standing on the quiet street of this small town in a remote corner of Nevada, she felt far removed from the frantic world of advertising. Not that she wasn’t eager to succeed. She was. She wanted to show Scott he was wrong about her, that she was good at what she did. She could write copy, take pictures and sell products. She could support herself. Which was fortunate because nobody else was going to support her.
It was a hard idea to get used to, but she would. She couldn’t have the husband, house and family she’d always wanted. She’d have to be content with money, prestige, independence, and professional accolades. Provided for herself and by herself. There was only one person she could depend upon, and that was Bridget McCloud.
She uncrossed her fingers, hung up the phone and headed back to the ranch to face Josh Gentry once again and to shove a camera into his handsome face. Because if she didn’t do it, who would?
Chapter Four
Josh had been busy yesterday. Very busy. There was no reason to feel guilty because he had things to do and didn’t want to be interrupted. That woman was just going to have to realize he had work to do and couldn’t spend all his time posing for pictures. Or
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