Julie Ortolon - Almost Perfect

"Looks like you sold another one." Christine nodded toward one of the sales staff as he slipped a SOLD tag in the corner of a frame. The couple standing next to him were practically glowing with pride. Glowing. At the thought of owning one of her originals.

She blinked in amazement. "I think I need to do more work."

"Ya think?" Christine smiled at her. "The new pieces really are incredible. The best work you've ever done. I guess if I'm going to buy Sunrise Canyon I'd better move quickly."

"Actually, it's not for sale." Maddy turned toward the piece, which hung in a place of prominence, the focal point of the room. "I've decided to give it to Joe, to hang over the fireplace in the dining hall. It's where it belongs."

It's where I belong.

Looking at the image, as the colors glimmered in the spotlight, she ached to be back at the camp.

Rick slipped up behind her, squeezed her shoulders. "We've sold fifty prints, my dear. Good for you."

After giving her cheek a smacking kiss, he moved on, calling out someone's name. His news left her staggered. Fifty prints in one show. "Wow!"

"Do you need to sit down?" Amy asked.

"No." She laughed, and felt light-headed. "I'm fine."

Christine tilted her head, studying her. "Good thing you decided to deal with that fear of success."

Maddy pressed a hand to her stomach. "Acknowledging it didn't instantly get rid of it."

"You'll get there. In the meantime…" Christine stopped a waiter passing through the crowd with a silver tray of champagne flutes. When they all had one she lifted hers. "Here's to my beautiful, talented, wonderful friend Madeline. I wish you success and joy."

"Me too," Amy said. A bright ping rang as the glasses touched.

"Thank you." Maddy's heart squeezed. "I'm glad both of you could be here for this. I don't think I could have handled the last few days as well without you."

"And that, right there"-Christine tipped her glass-"is what friends are all about."

"Lucky for me I picked two good ones." Maddy smiled at both of them.

"You know what this means, though," Christine said to Amy. "She's completed her challenge to get her work in a gallery."

"Most definitely." Amy looked around. "I guess that means we have to do ours now."

"Yep." Christine smiled flirtatiously as a cute guy walked by, then sighed in disappointment when he lit up and hugged another man. "This is getting depressing. Here we are, all three of us looking exceptionally hot, and every really good-looking guy in sight is gay."

"Well, you two certainly look hot," Amy countered, admiring Christine's ice blue cocktail dress that showed a mile of leg.

"Amy, if anyone looks hot tonight, it's you," Maddy insisted. She'd gone with the long black dress and added a small fortune's worth of silver jewelry on loan from the gallery. Then she'd pressed Amy into borrowing the little red number, and laughed at the wonder on her friend's face when she realized it fit-and looked spectacular on her.

"So"-Christine continued to scan the room over the rim of her champagne flute-"Amy, have you decided where you're going on your challenge?"

"That depends on what nanny jobs come in." Excitement danced into Amy's eyes, which Christine had accented with just the right amount of makeup. "But I've always wanted to go someplace tropical, like the Caribbean."

"Now there's a fabulous idea," Christine said.

"I'm thinking a cruise. As long as I stay on the ship, even I can't get lost."

Maddy narrowed her eyes. "I'm not sure, but I think that might be cheating. What do you say, Christine?"

"Oh my heavenly bodies!" Christine grabbed her arm, staring toward the door. "I swear to God, if this one's gay, I'm giving up on men."

Maddy turned. And felt her heart go still. The noise faded, the lights dimmed as she watched him scan the room. Then his gaze met hers. And he smiled.

"Joe," she whispered, relief and joy welling up inside her.

"Joe?" Christine repeated. Maddy didn't have to see her friend's face to picture the arched brow and look of approval. "Well, my, my. You definitely didn't exaggerate."

He came straight toward her, turning his broad shoulders this way and that to get through the crowd. Her pulse fluttered with hope.

Then he was standing right in front of her. "Hey."

"You came." She wanted desperately to hug him and feel his arm around her, to lay her head against his chest and feel his heart beat against her cheek.

His expression turned sheepish. "I remembered telling you I wouldn't miss it. The Colonel once told me to always be a man of my word."

The ache of missing him grew. "That's good advice for women too."

"So, you're Joe." Christine stepped closer.

"Oh. Sorry." Maddy shook herself. "Joe, these are my friends."

"Let me guess." He turned to the leggy blonde. "Christine Ashton?"

"I see Maddy's been talking about us." She shook his hand, her grip firm and straightforward.

"Nothing but praise, I assure you." He smiled at the pretty brunette, who managed to look both sexy and sweet. "And you must be Amy Baker."

"Yes." Amy took his hand in more of a finger cuddle than a shake. "It's good to meet you."

"Same here."

"You know, Amy"-Christine looped her arm through her friend's-"I'm really dying to take another stroll through the gallery, make sure we saw everything. How about you?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yes, I'd love to."

The two of them moved away, leaving Joe standing there with no buffer between him and Maddy. Nothing to lessen the punch of seeing her. She'd piled her hair up in some outrageously feminine way that accentuated the heart shape of her face.

Staring at her made him ache from the memory of the scene before she'd left and with longing to make things right again.

He glanced down, then back up. "All day I've been dying to talk to you, but… damn, Maddy, you always leave me speechless."

"Maybe that's good, since I have enough to say for both of us."

"Oh?" His heart clutched with fear.

"Would you go for a walk with me. Outside?" She looked so earnest. Panic squeezed his chest.

"Sure." He willed his mind to not race off, second-guessing what was going on inside her head. The time had come to ask her exactly what she meant, and keep asking until he felt certain he un-derstood. Well, as certain as any man could be when trying to understand a woman. And then he'd tell her exactly what he meant, and what he wanted.

They stepped out of the bright, noisy gallery into the quiet night. The streets were deserted, everything closed but the gallery.

Maddy's heart pounded as she led the way across the street to the plaza, a little square in the middle of town. A large gazebo in the style of a bandstand stood in the middle. Wind whipped through the trees as they mounted the steps, and she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Are you cold?"

"No." Scared , she thought as they entered the gazebo. "Joe, I have so much to say, I don't know where to begin. And I'm afraid I'll bungle it by not getting it out right."

"Take your time." He leaned back against the handrail. "Then I get my turn."

Her stomach churned at his words, but she nodded. "First, I want you to know I have been sick with regret the past few days. On the way up here, I realized how much I insulted you. Without even thinking about it, without even stopping to question, I lumped you in with the kind of men who can't handle having a wife who makes more money than them. So I set about sabotaging my own success."

"Yeah, you did."

"I'm so sorry. In hindsight, I can see that that was an insult to both your self-confidence as a man and your camp. The latter because we don't know how well it will do." That thought gave her a hope she hadn't even considered. "For all we know, it could become hugely successful, and you'll make lots of money."