she asked, digging into her purse to check her own phone.
“Thirty-five,” he said, hitting the scroll button with his thumb.
“I have six,” she frowned. “Boy, do I feel unpopular.” Two of them were from Kristy, the rest from the office. She’d been keeping in touch with Amber via e-mail, making sure the ball plans were under control, despite Chantal’s meddling.
“Enjoy it,” he advised. Then he pressed a couple of keys, putting the phone to his ear.
“Hey, Richard,” he said.
Then he waited in silence.
Sinclair struggled to reach the zipper on her dress.
“They did?” said Hunter.
She gave up and crossed the room to Hunter, turning her back. She automatically reached to pull her hair out of the way, but it wasn’t there. She touched the top of her head, raking her fingers through her new short hair, enjoying the light feel while Hunter tugged down her zipper.
She wandered into the bathroom to find fresh towels and robes. Stepping out of her dress, she shrugged into a robe. She scrubbed off her makeup and carried the dress to the closet. She’d have to send it for cleaning tomorrow, but she didn’t have the heart to toss it on a chair overnight. It was a fabulous dress.
“Thanks, Richard,” Hunter was saying. “That’s great news.”
The tone of his voice caught Sinclair’s attention.
Hunter snapped his phone shut. “It’s done.”
“What’s done?”
“You are looking at the new owner of Castlebay Spas. Everything should clear escrow tomorrow.”
A huge grin burst out on Sinclair’s face. “That’s fantastic!” She skipped across the room to give him a hug.
He nodded against her shoulder, squeezing her tight. “Sweetheart, the two of us are going to launch Lush Beauty to the stars.”
“As long as I can keep up the glam charade so Roger is happy.”
“I’ll fire Chantal tomorrow if that’s what it takes.”
Sinclair sobered. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
“I won’t have to.”
“But, even if you did. You’d never do that. I mean, I couldn’t live with myself if I built a career based on your intervention.”
He took both her hands in his and squeezed. “It’ll never happen. Seriously. Stop borrowing trouble. We just had some amazingly good news, and we need to celebrate. And we need to plan a tour of the spas. Rome, London …”
She felt better. The makeover was moving along as planned, and the spa launch was more than she’d ever dreamed.
He loosened the knot in his tie. “I’m going next door to shower.”
“Okay.”
“While I’m gone, you get happy again. Okay?”
“I will.”
“Good.” He winked at her, stripping off the tie as he strode through the adjoining door.
Sinclair curled up in an armchair. She mentally did the math on time zones and realized she could safely return Kristy’s calls.
“Hello,” came Kristy’s voice.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“You. Finally! What the heck’s going on?”
“I’m still in Paris.”
“Wonderful, dear sister. But tell me how you ended up in Paris in the first place?”
“We took the jet. That’s one very cool jet, by the way.”
“Funny. What on earth happened at work?”
“You remember my boss, Roger?”
“Short guy, big nose.”
“That’s him. Well, he’s got this new protégée, Chantal, who’s off the charts avante garde, giggly and girly and squealy. And he’s decided she’s the face Lush Beauty needs for PR.”
“They fired you?”
“No. Nobody fired me. But I can easily see her at the podium and me in a dingy back file room if things keep going like this.”
“You know Hunter’s the CEO now, right?” asked Kristy.
“And, so?”
“Well, you are my sister ….”
Sinclair was slightly insulted. “You’re suggesting nepotism?” That was as bad as sleeping her way to the top.
“You don’t need nepotism. But if Roger and this Chantal are out to lunch—”
“Actually, Hunter agrees with them.”
Silence.
“He thinks my image could use some updating.”
Kristy’s voice took on an incredulous quality. “And you’re okay with that? That doesn’t sound like you.”
Sinclair had to agree that it didn’t sound like her. And she’d been avoiding delving too closely into her motivations for going along with him.
“True. But the new wardrobe is nice.”
Concern grew in Kristy’s voice. “Sinclair, you’re not—”
“I’m not.”
“—falling for Hunter. Because I’ve been talking to Jack, and to his grandfather, and he’s not a good long-term prospect.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” said Sinclair, embarrassed that Kristy would have discussed the situation with the Osland family.
“You remember how you were after Zeke.”
“I got over Zeke just fine.” It hadn’t taken that long, maybe a few weeks. “And I have Hunter completely in context.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Well, kind of sure. “It’s all business,” Sinclair insisted. “In fact, we’re about to launch Lush Beauty in the biggest way.” She thought about the spa deal and the time spent with Hunter. “Do you ever find your new life with Jack surreal?”
Kristy laughed. “All the time.”
“Hunter and I went to a club tonight. First
