Noah smiled at her, then his smile froze. He looked her slowly up and down. And again. "What?" she demanded hotly, hands on her hips. "Nothing," he said, turning away. "No. What? What's the matter?" He turned back slowly, put his tools down on top of the ladder and approached her. "I don't know how to say this. I think it would be in the best interests of both of us if you'd dress a little more…conservatively." She looked down at herself. "More conservatively than overalls?" she asked. He felt a laugh escape in spite of himself. He shook his head. "Ellie, I've never seen anybody look that good in overalls before." "And this is a bad thing?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's provocative," he tried to explain. "Sexy. People who work around churches usually dress a little more… What's the best way to put this…?" "Frumpy? Dumpy? Ugly?" "Without some of their bra showing, for one thing." "Well now, Reverend, just where have you been? Because this happens to be in style. And I'll do any work you give me, but you really shouldn't be telling me what to wear. The last guy I was with tried to do me over. He liked me well enough when he was trying to get my attention, but the second I married him, he wanted to cover me up so no one would notice I had a body!" "The husband?" "The very same. It didn't work for him and it's not going to work for you. You didn't say anything about a dress code. Maybe I'll turn you in to the Better Business Bureau or something." "I think you mean the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. Or maybe you should go straight to the American Civil Liberties Union." He stepped toward her. "Ellie," he said, using his tender but firm minister voice. "I'm a single man. You're a very beautiful young woman. I would like it if the good people of Virgin River assumed you were given this job solely because of your qualifications and not because you're eye candy. Tomorrow, could you please wear something less distracting?" "I'll do my best," she said in a huff. "But this is what I have, and there's not much I can do about that. Especially on what you're paying me." "Just think 'baggy,'" he advised. "We're going to have a problem there," she said. "I don't buy my clothes baggy. Or ugly. Or dumpy. And you can bet your sweet a…butt I left behind the clothes Arnie thought I should wear." She just shook her head in disgust. "I don't know what you're complaining about. You know how many guys would rather have something nice to look at than a girl in a flour sack? Guess you didn't get to Count Your Blessings 101." She cocked her head and lifted her eyebrows. "I'm counting," he said. But his eyes bore down on hers seriously. He was not giving an inch. "Just an ounce of discretion. Do what you can." She took a deep breath. "Let's just get to work. Tomorrow I'll look as awful as possible. How's that?" "Perfect.
( Robyn Carr )
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