Chapter 5

Gathering up her portfolio, Leah walked toward the woman in the charcoal dress. Her interviewer’s eyes drew Leah’s attention first. They were the color of storm clouds. Instead of giving off a sense of turmoil, Leah felt they transmitted confidence. Set in a slightly olive face that hinted her family probably didn’t come over on the Mayflower, they drew Leah in and set her at ease. Patricia’s full lips were a contented shade of burgundy, work-appropriate and appealing. Leah never had such an attractive interviewer.

Then this vision turned around, and Leah felt her eyebrows rise. The V-neck dress, which teased with a hint of cleavage in the front, paid full homage to a remarkable rump on the other side. Leah liked her woman to be a little thick around the hips; Patricia fit that bill and even left a twenty-percent tip. Her knit dress clung to her curvy body like a kindergartener leaving his mom on the first day of school. For a minute, Leah almost forgot why she was here.