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was not the kind of man who would take time with a woman. It was not his fault. It was how he grew up in Poland.”
    “Then, I’m really glad you found Gerald.”
    “What is the saying?
Better late than never
?”
    Magdalena laughed aloud. “It sure is,
Matka
. It sure is.”

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Logan’s eyes sparkled like tanzanite as he and Magdalena entered the photography studio on the top floor of a building in Brooklyn. Over his shoulder, he’d hooked a garment bag. “I hope I brought the right things.”
    “We coordinated, Logan. I know you did. Besides, you’d look good in sackcloth.”
    “What a nice thing to say.”
    The photo consultant askedfor grays and peaches and whites and would decide the combination before the shoot.
    “
Matka
was tickled by the news. Was your father happy about this?”
    “In his own way. Positive PR for business.” He scowled. “Thomas wasn’t.”
    “Poor Thomas.”
    “I know. I try not to flaunt how great I am at everything.” He gave her a sexy wink. “How fame and fortune are attracted to me.”
    “You’reso modest, too.”
    He laughed unself-consciously at himself
.
    They were met by a meticulously dressed man in the outer office of Lank Photography. The business had a stellar reputation, which was why
TIME
often used them, despite the fact that they were outside Manhattan. “Hello, I’m Martin Lank, your handler.”
    “Handler?” Logan asked.
    “Yes, I coordinate the shoots and my brother Jonathanis the artist. He’ll take your photos.”
    Lank showed them into a large open space with small dressing rooms at one end. “May I see what you brought so I can decide which ones might go together the best?”
    “Yes, of course,” Magdalena said easily
.
    They each hung three suits on the bar, all in varying shades of gray or black. White and peach shirts and blouses were added, and Magdalenahad also brought the Hermès dip-dyed silk scarf Logan had given her last Christmas. They stood back as Martin analyzed the clothing. “We’ll start with these.”
    Magdalena wasn’t surprised. The suit he chose for her was slim fitting, and the jacket had ruffles at the bottom. It was feminine, and out of principle, she never hid her femininity in her job. Logan’s suit was black with a light pinstripe.“Are you sure you want us both in peach?” she asked. It was a bit too
matchy-matchy
, as her niece called it.
    “Let’s try the peach blouse peeking out and then one with the scarf tucked inside the lapels. Peach is a good color on you two, with good contrast.”
    Logan made quick work of donning the clothes, and he and Magdalena came out of the dressing rooms together
.
    “Ah, very nice. ButJonathan will have the final say.”
    “I’m here.” A man in jeans and long-sleeved green shirt came inside the room and his eyes widened. “Wow!”
    “You like the clothes?” Martin asked.
    “And what’s in them. You two look like Ken and Barbie.”
    Magdalena sighed. Nothing could be further from the truth.
    Jonathan crossed to her. “You are perfect, Ms. Ludzecky. May I call you Magdalena?”

    “Yes, of course. And thank you for the compliment.”
    He turned to Logan. “Great cheekbones.”
    Logan bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself, Magdalena knew, from laughing out loud
.
    “Let’s get started.” They went into the studio, which was set up with huge lamps and a gray background. A woman was placing two stools in the center. “Ah,” she said when she saw them—and focused onLogan. “This’ll be fun.”
    He shot Magdalena a sham look. She nodded. And hoped it
would
be fun.
    The session took three hours. Three hours of…
    “Come on, Magdalena, baby. Smile. No, no, like you’re in love.”
    “I am in love—with the business.”
    “Think of a man.”
    She tried.
    And from Porter, his assistant, “Arch a brow, Logan. Oh, man, that’s sexy….Yeah, yeah, yeah, I likethe angle of your shoulders. Magdalena, move in so yours touch his.”
    They had