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where she massaged the momento left from her first and only riding lesson from her sister when she was eight, a three-inch scar.
    Why her sister would recommend a job like that to her was mindboggling.  Leigh Ann was even less qualified to be a vet assistant than she was a legal assistant.  Yeah, she had used responsible pet ownership as a platform during her pageant days.  Because people cared about animals, and because her mother insisted.  Leigh Ann had won a lot of pageants because of it, but that did not make her an animal expert.  She had gotten a lot of publicity from the promo spots she did for the SPCA and animal rights organizations, but even that had turned into a fiasco.
    The cat she held while she filmed one spot climbed over her shoulder, and up her back to nest its claws in her hair.  By the time the crew and handlers corralled the animal thirty minutes later, her shirt was almost ripped to shreds, and patches of her hair had been torn out by the roots.  Then during a live shot on a morning show, a dog she was trying to spotlight for adoption decided her leg was the perfect place to lift his leg.  All Leigh Ann could do was try to laugh it off, and finish her spiel.  The dog was adopted, but at the expense of her favorite crepe trousers and dignity.
    Leigh Ann loved animals, but they definitely didn't love her.
    If she took that job, it would be a disaster waiting to happen.
    "I don't know, Annie..." Leigh Ann started, but stopped to gnaw her lip.  She needed this job.  She didn't have time to look on her own, and probably wouldn't be successful anyway.  Selfish or not, she was going to have to figure out some way to make it work.  Stiffening her shoulders, Leigh Ann told her, "I'll take it."
    "Not so fast..." Rocky replied holding up a hand.
    Had her sister sensed her fear?  Was she taking it back?  "What?"
    "There is no damned way Wes is going to take you seriously if you show up in your prissy suits and heels with your hair all put up and makeup perfect.  If you want this job, you'll be getting dirty, so you need to dress appropriately.  Wes doesn't need to know you are former Miss Texas USA, either.  His ex-wife was a wannabe actress who left him high and dry to go to California.  It's a sore subject," Rocky informed.
    "But I am former Miss Texas, Annie.  I might not look like it right now, but that's who I am."  Leigh Ann wasn't an actress.  Pretending to be something she wasn't was going to make the job even harder to manage.  If the man didn't like her just like she was, maybe he did need to hire someone else.
    "No that is not who you are, Leigh, you are a helluva lot more than that.  You just need to realize it, and be that woman, instead of the beauty queen.  The real Leigh Ann Baker is in there somewhere and it's time you find her."
    Her sister might be right, but at this moment, Leigh Ann didn't feel like anything more than a washed up beauty queen.  Leigh Ann wasn't going to argue with her though, she needed her help, and she needed this job.  "Tell me what I need to do."
    "We need to go shopping." Rocky groaned and slapped her hand to her forehead.  "I can't believe I just said that."
    Leigh Ann perked up, because there was nothing she liked better than shopping.  Before this, her sister would never agree to go with her, and she had always wanted to go shopping with her.  When Roxanne came to her for help to dress up to impress Ethan when she proposed to him at his daddy's retirement party, that was as close as she had ever come to shopping with her.  They didn't go anywhere though, they shopped in Leigh Ann's closet instead.  It had been fun, and this was going to be fun too.
    Leigh Ann shoved up to her feet, and picked her bra up off of the floor to put it back on.  Before Roxanne could change her mind, she chirped, "Let me get dressed!"
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    A Starbucks double skinny latte did the trick to sober Leigh Ann up, as Rocky drove them across