Patricia Kay - Holiday by Design

“That’s not necessarily true.”

“Why on earth do you think he doesn’t like you?”

“The way he looked at me, for one thing. It was obvious he disapproved of me.”

“Joanna, come on. You’re exaggerating, surely.”

“No, I’m not. I’m used to that look. Men either want to get me into bed or turn up their noses when they see me. There’s seldom a happy medium. And men like Marcus Barlow belong to the latter group. I’m surprised he even wants to give me a show.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Why would how you look have any bearing on his decision to give you a show? It’s your designs that will be shown, not you. I mean, I’ve seen the way some of the big-name designers look, and trust me, a lot of them are downright weird.”

“Yes, but this isn’t New York or Paris. This is Seattle.”

“Seattle’s not a cow town, you know. It’s considered very hip and cool.”

“By the people who live here, maybe.”

“Now you’re not making any sense at all. I can’t imagine that a man who would own a gallery like Up and Coming would be bothered because you look more avant-garde than conservative. Anyway, we could argue about this all day and get nowhere. So let’s move on. Tell me what he’s like—other than the fact that you think he doesn’t like you or approve of you.”

“In a nutshell, he’s handsome, arrogant and used to telling people what to do.”

“Arrogant? Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

“My mother said he was charming. She really liked him. And she’s a good judge of character.”

“What do you mean, your mother said he was charming? When did you talk to your mother about him?”

“I, uh...”

“Georgie, did your mother have anything to do with him calling me?”

“Well, I, um, may have mentioned something to her about him and the gallery and how you wanted to have a show there.”

“Georgie!”

“Jeez, Joanna, don’t get all worked up. It’s normal in the business world to use your contacts. Why shouldn’t you? Anyway, I don’t know if my mother called him or not. Didn’t you say he said something about getting your business card from that manager of his?”

“Yes, but—”

“Well, maybe he never talked to Mom. But even if he did, it’s not a big deal. He would never offer to give you a show unless he liked your work.”

“Maybe that’s why he wants to combine his sister’s work with mine. Maybe he thinks mine needs help.”

“I would think,” Georgie said, “if he wants to show your work along with his sister’s, that he really loves your work. I mean, his sister, Joanna.”

“I told him I wasn’t sure I wanted to have my models wearing her jewelry.”

“You did? Really?”

“Yep.”

Georgie laughed. “I can’t believe you sometimes. And what did he say to that?” She was still laughing.

“He said it would be my decision.”

“Then I have no idea what you’re worried about! Sounds to me like he was perfectly reasonable and nice to you.”

Joanna sighed. “On one level, I know you’re right. But on another, I just have this feeling.”

“What feeling?”

“That as far as my show is concerned, Marcus Barlow is going to want to have everything his way. And I’m not sure his way is my way. In fact, I’m sure it’s not.”

For a moment, Georgie didn’t say anything. When she did, Joanna could tell she was trying not to laugh again. “Sounds to me like there might be fireworks ahead.”

Joanna just hoped she wouldn’t be the one getting burned.

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