It Takes a Rebel by Stephanie Bond

Author:Stephanie Bond
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2000-06-11T16:00:00+00:00

“WHEW,” Jack said to Reggie upon emerging from the dressing room. “Am I ever glad that is over.” The binding thong had been nothing compared to the torture of behaving himself around Alex all afternoon while she pulled and poked at his clothing, suggesting alterations that the tailor marked with a gazillion little razor-sharp pins. “That tailor missed his calling in acupuncture.”

Reggie laughed good-naturedly. “When my mom told me you were going to be the new spokesman for Tremont’s, I was hoping I’d have the chance to work with you, sir.”

“Call me Jack. ‘Sir’ makes me feel like I’m a hundred years old.” Jack leaned one arm on the counter. “Listen, Reggie, speaking of your mother, is she, uh—”

“Unstable?” the young man asked with a grin.

“Well, the thought had crossed my mind.”

“To be honest, all of us kids have just gotten used to her eccentricity. She travels around the country, stays with one of us for a while, then moves on to another.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Nine.”

“Wow. No wonder she acts like a general.”

“Yep, she’s a go-getter. If it makes you feel any better, though, she’s a smart lady.”

“Yeah, well, no offense, but I think I have too many smart ladies in my life right now.” He looked around.

“Ms. Tremont left.”

“Probably went to let the air out of my tires,” he muttered.

Reggie laughed. “She said she was going to accessories to buy a new hat for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Opening day at Keeneland. Said she and Mr. Reddinger are using her father’s box seats.”

Jack always wondered who sat in the expensive box seats, and now he knew. Personally, he thought the cheap seats had the best access to the betting windows, but then again, the people in the boxes attended the horse races mostly to socialize, to see and be seen, not to wager their beer money on the trifecta.

“Sounds fun, doesn’t it?” Reggie asked, his voice wistful.

“It’ll probably rain,” Jack said sourly, then thanked Reggie for his help and moved toward the escalator. He wasn’t sure why the thought of Alex spending the day with Reddinger bothered him so much—they were a couple before he came on the scene and probably would be long after his stint with Tremont’s ended. Nursing an increasing bad mood, he stepped onto the down escalator only to see Al Tremont on the opposite escalator, being carried up.

“Jack, I was hoping you hadn’t left,” the beaming man called, turning as they passed. “I forgot to ask you earlier if you would join me tomorrow in my box at Keeneland for opening day.”

Jack’s ill humor vanished. He cupped his hands around his mouth so his voice would travel across the distance widening between them. “Thanks—I’ll be there!”

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