her cheekbones high, her chin had a slight cleft, and even though Kylie’s hair covered them, LJ could tell that her ears stuck out. In spite of that, the woman was strikingly good-looking with a great body to match. Her smile was one of those that lit up a room, and LJ found the familiarity of it disconcerting.
She was certainly better-looking than any other assistant LJ had had, but she wouldn’t let that influence her. There was no way LJ would handle her delicately or show her any mercy. If she was right for the job, she’d have to earn it. Not wanting to give anyone the upper hand, LJ would play her cards close to her vest.
She liked the way the woman answered each question honestly and succinctly, challenging only when necessary. Her composure and reticence under fire impressed LJ. If the woman had answered her last question in the same manner, LJ knew she would have found an assistant. She needed to know why the woman’s bright future faded away when she married.
To LJ’s way of thinking, the husband could have been the only reason. She noted the woman’s address and wondered why she wanted a job since the neighborhood in which she lived was definitely upper-class. After thoughtful contemplation, she asked the next most logical question. Was the woman there looking for a new husband?
She hadn’t expected that the woman would walk out on her. No one had ever done that before.
“I do believe I have found the perfect assistant.” She picked up her phone and dialed Rob’s office.
“This is Dr. Evans and I need to speak to Dr. Ludlow,” she told Ruth who answered.
“He’s not in his office at the moment. I will connect you with his voice mail and you can leave a message, Dr. Evans.”
“Fine.” LJ was annoyed that she couldn’t speak directly to the curator. When she heard the beep, she said, “Rob, it’s LJ. Listen, I think Mrs. Wilcox is perfect for the job, so why don’t you go ahead and hire her. Call me when you have all the particulars worked out.”
†
Kylie’s shoulders stiffened as Rob called out to her as she reached the exit “Kylie, wait up. How did it go?”
Kylie flashed the man a scathing look. “I can see why she hasn’t found anyone to work for her.” The sight of her friend made her anger abate somewhat, though, and her body relaxed and the tone of her voice softened. “Rob, thank you for giving me the opportunity to interview for the job. It was a good learning experience.” She closed her eyes in resignation. “Maybe I’m kidding myself in thinking I could work at a real paying job. After all, I have no experience.” She shrugged. “Once I start volunteering in the gift shop again, maybe we can have lunch together.”
Rob took a long, deep breath. “She can be difficult. I am sorry it didn’t work out, but don’t give up on trying to find a job. As for experience, I think all the volunteer work you do counts as that.”
Kylie laughed. “Rob, there’s nothing for you to be sorry for.” She shook her head. “I think I sealed my fate when I just left.”
Rob growled. “Unacceptable! I cannot allow anyone to be so intimidating and offensive that someone interviewing for a job in my museum feels the need to walk out.”
“Rob, it could be that I irritated her. You know yourself that I can be rather blunt at times. Ted would always say I could aggravate a saint if I put my mind to it.” She let out a small laugh.
“It is still unacceptable, Kylie. It makes the museum look bad, and I can’t have that. I think it’s time I have a talk with Dr. Evans.”
Kylie glanced at her watch. If she didn’t get going, she’d be late meeting her friends, Lynne and Jodie, for lunch. “Rob, thank you for giving me the chance.” Her eyes flicked to her watch again. “I need to go or I’ll be late for an appointment. Will you please tell Louise I will call her later this week?”
“Of course I will.” Rob smiled. “Maybe we can get together over the