Die for Me by Karen Rose

Author:Karen Rose [Rose, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Romance Suspense
ISBN: 9780446616911
Publisher: Vision
Published: 2007-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Wednesday, January 17, 11:10

A.M.

Bye! Bye!” The class of eight-year-olds waved as they were herded out the door.

“That was wonderful.” Their teacher beamed at Sophie and Ted the Third. “Normally the kids get irritable and bored at museums, but you made it fun, what with the costume and acting and the ax. And your hair! It all looks so real.”

Sophie adjusted the battle-ax she’d rested on her shoulder after brandishing it early in the Viking tour. The kids’ eyes had nearly popped from their heads. “The hair is real,” she smiled back. “The rest is . . . fun. We’re here to bring history to life.”

“Well, I’ll certainly be sure to tell the other teachers.”

“We certainly appreciate the support,” Sophie said warmly.

Ted’s glance was wary. “You should see her Joan of Arc. I think it’s even better.”

“He’s just trying to sweet-talk me because the armor is heavy. Please come back.”

“You were nice to them,” Ted said when the teacher was gone. “What’s wrong?”

Sophie winced. “I guess I had that coming. I had an epiphany yesterday, Ted. You do a good thing here. And I haven’t been very nice.”

He looked over, his brows arched. “I thought it was part of the act,” he said dryly. “You mean you really did want to cleave me in two with your ax?”

Sophie’s lips twitched. “Only sometimes.” She sobered. “I’m sorry, Ted.”

“We were happy you came to work here, Sophie,” Ted said, serious as well. “You have great respect for my grandfather’s work. I know you don’t believe it, but so do I.”

“Yes, Ted, I do believe that. That was part of my epiphany.”

He looked through the glass where the last of the children was getting on a yellow bus. “I didn’t know you spoke Norwegian. It’s not one of the languages on your résumé.”

That’s all he would say on the subject, she realized. They’d just go on. “I don’t. But then, neither do they.” She chuckled. “I only know Norwegian cuss words because my gran used to say them. I think that’s all she picked up from my grandfather.”

Ted’s eyes popped wide. “You used Norwegian cuss words with children?”

“Good God, no.” She was miffed that he even considered it. “I speak a little Danish and some Dutch. The rest was pure Swedish Chef.” Her lips quirked. “Bork-bork-bork.”

Ted looked both relieved and touched. “We might make a thespian out of you yet, Sophie Johannsen.” He walked away. “Don’t forget, you’re Joan at noon.”

“That armor is still too heavy,” she called back after him, but with considerably less rancor than before. She headed for the washroom to get the makeup off her face before she broke out in hives. That was not how she wanted to be seen by Vito tonight.

She shivered, despite the sweat trickling down her back from the heavy costume. Vito had certainly made good on his word, more than once during the night. There was a big difference between making love and fucking like minks. She imagined it would be even better if she ever were to actually fall in love.

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