“Who?” asked Sinclair innocently.
“You know who. What’s going on? Tell me everything?”
“We’re dancing.”
“And?”
“And, I think we’re getting married.”
“You
Kristy squealed so loud Sinclair had to pull it away from her ear.
“When? Where?” asked Kristy.
“Hunter seems to be in a hurry. Could you maybe give us the name of that place you and Jack used in Las Vegas?”
Hunter scooped the phone. “Negative on Vegas,” he told Kristy. “I’ve reformed my impulsive ways. We’re doing some methodical planning on this one.” He glanced softly down at Sinclair. “I want it to be perfect.”
Then he handed the phone back.
“I’m designing the dress,” said Kristy.
“You bet you are,” Sinclair agreed, watching the heat build in Hunter’s eyes. “I better go now.”
“Okay. But I’m flying out there as soon as possible.”
“Just as long as you don’t come tonight,” said Sinclair, hanging up the phone over Kristy’s laughter.
“Good tip,” said Hunter.
“Excuse me, Sinclair,” Roger interrupted, his mouth in a frown and a determined look in his eyes. “Can I speak with you-”
Hunter jumped in. “You might want to know-”
“This will only take a moment,” said Roger.
“Really?” asked Hunter, brow going up.
Roger nodded.
Hunter anchored Sinclair to his side. “Sinclair has just accepted my marriage proposal.”
Roger blinked in confusion, clearly the words were not computing.
“And I’d like to talk to you about a job opportunity for you,” said Hunter. “My office? Tomorrow? Sometime in the afternoon.”
Roger’s brow furrowed. “I don’t…You’re getting
Hunter nodded slowly.
Roger took a step back. “Oh…” Another step. “Well…” A third. “In that case…” He disappeared into the crowd.
“Funny that he didn’t congratulate us,” said Sinclair.
“He can send a card from Siberia.” Hunter smoothly drew her into his arms and picked up the dance.
“Is Chantal going with him?”
“It would only be fair. Who am I to stand in the way of true love?”
“Who, indeed?” asked Sinclair, snuggling close to his broad chest. “And now you and I get to live happily ever after.” She sighed.
“Just me, you and the twins.”
“You believe the gypsy?”
Hunter nodded. “It has to be true. Jack’s probably out there right now losing the family fortune. I just found out the Castlebay Spa in Hawaii has a golf course. And with your red hair, twins would make it a clean sweep.”
She laughed with joy over everything.
“I love you very much,” Hunter whispered.
“And I love you,” she whispered in return. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
He hugged her tightly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
Barbara Dunlop
