research and analyze and contemplate. Do you have any idea how long Jack and Cleveland’s brand of due diligence takes?”
Sinclair shook her head.
“The deal would have been lost before they even lined up the legal team.”
“Did you explain that to them?”
He shot her a look. “That was my plan. Until you stepped in.”
“Sorry,” she said again, knowing it would never be enough.
“I know you are.” But he didn’t sound angry. He sounded resigned.
Cars whizzed by on the narrow street, while a contingent of Japanese businessmen amassed on the sidewalk nearby.
“What will you do now?” Sinclair asked.
“That’s entirely up to you.”
“You’re seriously willing to keep this up?”
He nodded. “I am. There may be a lot of yelling from Jack and Gramps over the next few days, but I want to finish what we started.”
“I can handle yelling.”
“Good. You know anything about ballroom dancing?”
“Not much.”
“Then that’s next on our list.” His expression softened. “You are going to take their breath away.”
A knot let go in Sinclair’s stomach.
“Flower for the pretty lady?” came an old woman’s gravelly voice. She held a white rose toward Hunter, her bangles and hoop earrings sparkling against colorful clothing and a bright silk headscarf. “I will tell her fortune.”
Hunter accepted the flower and nodded.
The old woman clasped Sinclair’s hands, her jet-black eyes searching Sinclair’s face. Then she smiled. “Ahhh. Fertility.”
“I’m going to be a farmer?”
The woman revealed a snaggle-toothed smile, her gaze going to Sinclair’s stomach.
Sinclair sure didn’t like the implication of that.
“Trust your heart,” said the old woman.
“I’m not pregnant,” Sinclair pointed out.
The old woman released Sinclair’s hands and touched her chin. “I see wealth and beauty.”
“That’s a whole lot better than fertility,” Sinclair muttered.
Hunter laughed and reached for his wallet.
Sinclair caught the numbers on the bills he passed to the woman. Both hers and the old woman’s eyes went wide.
The woman quickly hustled away.
“Did you know her or something?” Sinclair asked.
“I once knew somebody like her.” Hunter tucked his wallet into his pocket and handed Sinclair the rose.
She held it to her nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance. Hunter wanted her to stay. The relief nearly brought tears to her eyes.
“Somebody like her?” she asked Hunter, inhaling one more time. “I once burned down a gypsy’s tent.” Then he smiled gently at Sinclair.
He swiveled his coffee mug so the handle was facing him. “When I was a teenager, a gypsy at the local circus told my fortune. She said I’d fall for a redheaded girl and have twins.”
Sinclair reflexively touched her hair.
“The thought of twins freaked me out, too. I wanted to be a rock star.”
“So, you burned down her tent?”
“She also said Jack would marry a woman he didn’t trust, and we’d buy a golf course.”
“But, you burned down her tent?” Sinclair repeated.
“It was an accident.”
“You sure?”
He rocked back. “Hey, is there anything about me that strikes you as vindictive?”
“I guess not,” she admitted, a small smile forming on her lips. Heck, he wasn’t even kicking her out for ruining his life.
“It was an accident. And Gramps compensated her fairly. But, I guess I’ve always felt a little guilty.”
“Have you been giving money to random gypsies ever since?”
“It’s not like I come across a lot of them. Alhough …” He pretended to ponder. “I suppose a charitable foundation wouldn’t be out of order.”
“I’m sure they appreciate it.”
Sinclair’s cell phone chimed.
She opened her purse to check the lighted number. “Kristy.”
It chimed again under her hand.
“Better answer it,” Hunter advised. “She’s probably worried.”
“So was I,” Sinclair said over the sound.
His hand covered hers for a brief second. “We’ll talk more.”
Sinclair pressed a button and raised the phone to her ear. “Hey, Kristy.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“And Hunter?”
Sinclair looked at him. “He’s had better mornings.”
“What was he thinking?” There was a clear rebuke in Kristy’s tone. “Going out on his own. Jack says that Hunter was being dangerously cavalier with the family fortune.”
Some protective instinct leapt to life within Sinclair. “He was thinking it was a good deal.”
Hunter shook his head, mouthing the word, “Don’t.”
Sinclair ignored him. “And they might want to look closely at it before they decide it’s a bad risk.”
Hunter stood to lean over the table, but Sinclair turned away, protecting the phone. The least she could do was come down on his side.
“Are you defending him? Did he try to make this your fault? It wasn’t your fault, you know. You were being honest. He was being underhanded.”
“He was being smart.”
There was a shocked silence on the line.
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