Chapter Seven

 

“It’s like this,” Win said after he’d swallowed a bite of hamburger. “People keep interrupting me all day long in the booth. If we could make some kind of arrangement so that Miss Monroe and the children could sit for me in the evening, we might have better luck. I’m sure the process would be less time-consuming and frustrating for everyone.”

He anticipated hours of objection from Belle, so he turned at her and smiled. “Miss Monroe can confirm that I wasn’t even able to set up the lights today without constant interruptions.” She tossed him a sour glance, but he knew good and well she couldn’t deny his claim.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s so, although I don’t believe it would be wise to visit your booth at night, Mr. Asher.”

“Why not?” he asked, keeping his tone reasonable. “I don’t have nearly as much business at night. I’ll bring an easy chair from home so that if Mrs. Richmond comes along, she’ll be comfortable while we’re working.”

It looked to him as thought Belle would have liked to batter him with something hard and heavy, but she didn’t say anything. Hell, why should she? He was being perfectly reasonable.