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Sawyer,” Christian said happily. “She’s a knockout.”
    “Oh, great.” He could picture it already. His crew would be hanging around the office, tongues hanging out over a dizzy blonde, instead of flying. Midnight Sons didn’t need this kind of trouble.
    “Don’t worry about it,” his brother said. “I’ve made a lot of progress. You should be pleased.”
    “It doesn’t sound like you’ve done much of anything.” Sawyer was fuming. He’d hoped—obviously a futile hope—that Christian would use a bit of common sense.
    “Listen, I haven’t made up my mind which woman to hire for our librarian. There were a couple of excellent applicants.”
    “Any blondes?” Sawyer asked sarcastically.
    “Yeah, one, but she looked too fragile to last. I liked her, though. There’s another one who seemed to really want the job. It makes me wonder why she’d leave a cushy job here in Seattle for Hard Luck. It’s not like we’re offering great benefits.”
    “But a house and twenty acres sounds like a lot,” Sawyer said from between clenched teeth.
    “You think I should hire her?”
    He sighed. “If she’s qualified and she wants the job, then by all means, hire her.”
    “Okay. I’ll give her a call as soon as we’re finished and make the arrangements.”
    “Just a minute.” Sawyer shoved one hand through his hair. “Is she pretty?” He was quickly losing faith in his brother’s judgment. Christian had already decided on a secretary, and he didn’t know if she could so much as file. Heaven help them all if he hired the rest of the applicants based on their looks rather than their qualifications.
    Christian hesitated. “I suppose you could say the librarian’s pretty, but she isn’t going to bowl you over the way Allison will. She’s just sort of regular pretty. Brown hair and eyes, average height. Cute upturned nose.
    “Now with Allison, well, there’s no comparison. We’re talking sexy here. Wait until John gets a look at her…front,” Christian said, and chuckled. “She’s swimsuit-issue material.”
    “Hire her!” Sawyer snapped.
    “Allison? I already have, but she wants twenty-four hours to think it over. I told you that.”
    “I meant the librarian. ”
    “Oh, all right, if you think I should.”
    Sawyer propped his elbows on the desk and shook his head. “Anything else you called to tell me about?”
    “Not much. I’m not doing any more interviews for now. Allison and the librarian, plus the new teacher, that’s three—enough to start with. Let’s see how things work out. I’ve collected a couple of dozen résumés, and I’ll save them for future reference. Unless I find a cook for Ben or—”
    “Don’t hire any more,” Sawyer insisted. He was well aware that he sounded short-tempered, but frankly he was and he didn’t care if his brother knew it.
    “Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you. If Allison does take the job, she won’t be able to start right away. Apparently she’s booked a vacation with a friend. I told her that’s okay. We’ve waited this long. Another couple of weeks won’t matter.”
    “Why don’t you ask her if next year would be convenient?”
    “Very funny. What’s wrong with you? I get the feeling you’re envious—not that I blame you. I wish we’d thought of this a long time ago. Meeting and talking to all these women is a lot of fun. See you.”
    The phone went dead in Sawyer’s hand.
     
    Abbey’s spirits were low. Dragging-in-the-gutter low. She hadn’t got the job. O’Halloran would’ve phoned by now if he’d decided to hire her.
    Scott and Susan, ever sensitive to her moods, pushed their dinner around their plates. No one seemed to have much of an appetite.
    “It doesn’t look like I got the job in Alaska,” she told them. There wasn’t any reason to keep her children’s hopes alive. “Mr. O’Halloran, the man who interviewed me, was supposed to call this afternoon if he’d chosen me.”
    “That’s all right, Mom,” Scott