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“Do you mind if I have a private chat with your clients?” Jordan asked. “I need to get releases and ask a few questions.”
“If it’s all right with them, it’s fine with me.”
Jordan found the models were pleased to sign releases that might get their pictures or names into a national publication. Jackie had obviously told everyone the story about the photographer and they were filled with admiration for Nicole.
“I almost didn’t apply to Moonlight Ventures because I thought she wouldn’t be interested in representing someone who wasn’t already famous,” Jackie said. “But I decided to take a chance and she was so nice.”
Martin laughed. “I applied in case I got a chance to meet her. She was awesome and now I’m making money as a model. Who’d have thought?”
“I was really nervous when Nicole and her partners bought Moonlight Ventures,” Cara Williams confessed. “Mr. McClaskey took such good care of everybody and I thought they’d dump most of us since we hadn’t become superstars. They didn’t and I was so grateful. Then I got worried whether they’d know how to run a talent agency, but I’m getting more calls than ever.”
The general consensus was the same—they were glad Nicole was their agent. Jordan jotted down several potential quotes, then said goodbye and went to join Nicole, who sat on a bench near the door, reading something on an e-reader. As he approached she turned off the device and stood.
“All set?”
“Sure.”
It was a bad time to be leaving the gym, with afternoon commuter traffic at its worst.
“Traffic is one of the reasons I’m especially grateful I don’t have a regular nine-to-five job,” Jordan said as he inched his car out onto the road.
“True, and I’ve been glad that my job is flexible enough that I can usually avoid it as well. I feel for people who don’t have options.”
“I have a friend who actually likes commuting. Dan keeps a supply of lecture CDs and audio books and says it’s his time,” Jordan explained. “When he gets home, it’s all about mowing the lawn and taking out the garbage, washing the windows and completing other jobs his wife finds for him. Dori keeps him really busy.”
“Too bad he has such a demanding wife.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Except that you made it sound as if anything he does around the house is because his wife requires him to do it. Did they buy the house together, or move into her place?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “Dan bought it a couple of years before they met.”
“Then is it his belief that Dori keeps him busy, or yours?”
“Mine,” Jordan conceded. “I guess I simply don’t get the suburbs and white picket fence routine.”
“Yes,” Nicole mused, “I was surprised to find myself buying a house as well. Perhaps I was looking for something.” Her voice almost sounded wistful.
“Something you can find in real estate?” he asked.
“More the illusion, I suppose.”
“And what was that?” he pressed, thinking her answer might help explain her decision to leave modeling and move to Seattle.
“Never mind. It’s personal.”
“You’re the one who wanted to avoid interview subjects while we’re on the road.”
Nicole let out a derisive sound. “I’m not stupid—your questions have more to do with the magazine article than casual conversation.”
She was right and Jordan sighed. No wonder she seemed to have trouble regarding him as a responsible, ethical journalist. “Okay, what are your hobbies?” he asked the first thing that came to mind.
“I like reading, especially biographies.”
“What are you reading now?”
“Alexander Hamilton. I’m behind. I saw the musical in New York and am finally getting around to the book it’s based on.”
Jordan nodded. “What else do you enjoy?”
“Why does this still sound like an interview?”
“Sorry. Should we sit in silence?”
“That would be awkward as well. Why don’t you tell me about some of your special interests?”
