But right at the moment, it didn't worry her too much. She was much more preoccupied with Patrick Huston and his flashing blue eyes and broad shoulders. Was he married? Engaged? Did he fool around?

"Now, Miss Halsted, what will you have?" the good-looking agency owner was asking.

"Uh, I'll have a…" Jennifer hesitated, wanting to sound sophisticated in her choice of drinks, not small-town and backward the way she felt right now.

"How about letting me surprise you?" the smooth-talking ad man asked confidently.

"Sure, that'd be great," Jennifer answered quickly.

Huston poured ice, lime juice, sugar, and dark rum into a blender. He took out several handfuls of frozen strawberries from the small refrigerator beneath the bar and added them to the whirling concoction.

"Here, try this and see if it's smooth enough," Huston told Jennifer, handing her a glassful of the pink liquid.

The strawberry daiquiri was the most delicious Jennifer had ever tasted, and she said so. Huston beamed at the compliment to his bartending abilities and sat next to the attractive young career woman on the couch.

"So, what exactly do you have in mind for our girl?" Jennifer asked somewhat nervously, sipping her drink. "Typing, filing, receptionist work?"

"Well, yes, a little of all of the above." Huston gave Jennifer one of his most charming smiles. "My partner and I talked it over and decided that Miss Cline, our secretary, has just too full a workload for one girl to handle. On the other hand, we don't really have enough for another full-time girl, so we thought perhaps one of your high school girls might fill the bill perfectly."

Jennifer smiled at the handsome agency owner. She was really intrigued by the idea of coming by every week to check up on her student and spend some time with the good-looking, obviously wealthy young businessman. He was the kind of catch Jennifer had always sought but hadn't yet found.