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expression on his face. I’m glad he’s not talking to me.
    ‘We were just leaving,’ she told them both. She wrapped the towel around the baby, pulled out the plug, and started towards the door.
    ‘Well, aren’t you at least going to clean the tub?’ Eloise demanded. Katie had had about enough. Her all-night drive, followed by a hectic three hours in this strange house, were proving to be too much for her usually placid temper. She turned around, walked directly over to the other woman, and looked down at her.
    ‘No,’ she said softly. ‘Get your little pinkies dirty for a change. And the next time I go to all that work, don’t grab my breakfast. I did expect to eat something myself, if you must know.’
    ‘Well, I do—Harry? Aren’t you going to do something about this—this impertinence?’
    ‘No. At least I don’t think I am,’ he replied. He was turned so that only Katie could see the sparkle in his brilliant blue eyes. ‘No, I don’t think I want to say anything to her. I’ve just found out that she’s not the home-help we’ve been waiting for. She’s a professional photographer who got lost on her way home to Ohio.’
    ‘A photographer? My God, Harry, I have to work with them, but I don’t have to live with them. Why would you hire a—’
    ‘You’re not listening to me,’ he interrupted. ‘She’s got nothing to do with you, and I didn’t hire her. She just came. Or so Aunt Grace believes.’
    He’s enjoying it all, Katie told herself. Look at the gleam in his eyes. He enjoys giving everybody the needle. Even his—his houseguest. ‘She’s a photographer—or so Aunt Grace believes.’ What could he mean by that? He thinks I’m a burglar in disguise? I can see that a few days in this man’s company will really drive me over the wall!
    ‘And now, if you’ll excuse me,’ Katie interjected, ‘I’ll take the baby back to wherever he’s supposed to sleep, and leave you two to wrestle about your bathroom. Here we go, little Jon.’
    ‘I think I’d better go with you,’ Harry said. ‘You haven’t been assigned a room yet, so we’ll get one for you now. Down the corridor to the right. I think we’ll put you right across the hall from Aunt Grace.’ He led the way, opening the door on a small suite of rooms, decorated in a pastel yellow. ‘You have a bedroom in here, a sitting room, and a separate bath. You did tell Aunt Grace you would stay for a few days?’
    ‘I guess I did,’ she responded glumly. ‘It was pretty hard not to. I couldn’t seem to get a word in edgewise.’ She dumped the baby down on the bed, and began to dry him off. ‘And as for that—that lady friend of yours, you’d better tell her that all photographers are not like the ones she seems to know. Some of us eat politely, dress adequately, and hardly ever spit on the sidewalk!’
    ‘Hey—okay,’ he laughed. ‘I apologise. For both of us. I didn’t mean to step on your shadow. Eloise has probably been mixing with the wrong side of the business. I’ll speak to her.’
    He stared at her for a moment, then, without a word, took her by the shoulders and manoeuvred her directly into the lamplight. ‘Why that really is red, isn’t it,’ he mused. ‘Dark, but red all the same. And those crazy curls—are they real too?’
    She pushed away from him, and tried to brush his hands off her shoulders, without success. Her slender frame shook with her indignation, until he felt the warning tremors under his palms. Almost regretfully, he released her. ‘I was just curious,’ he said.
    ‘Well, I’m not for sale,’ she snapped at him, ‘so I don’t care to have you handle the goods. Yes, my hair is real, but not red. It’s more like bronze, or russet. Not bright, like yours.’ She could hardly keep the awe out of her voice. His hair was brilliantly red, flanked with gold, and set smoothly around his head in a close cropping, a little longer at the nape than one would expect, but not touching his