Beauty and the Billionaire. Barbara Dunlop

the wax.”

      He chuckled. “I’ll try the wax.”

      “Yeah, right.”

      “Right here.” He pointed to his chest. “I’ll be a man about it. You can rip my hair out by the roots if I can massage your neck with the lavender oil.”

      She stared into his eyes as the jet engines whined to life. “You don’t think we’d end up naked within five minutes?”

      “I don’t think your ripping the hair from my chest would make me want to get naked.”

      She obviously fought a grin. “Waxing your chest is probably the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

      “But it cheered you up.”

      She sighed, and some of the humor went out of her eyes. “Crystal Spas would have been perfect.”

      He reached for her hand. “I know.”

      The jet jerked to rolling, and he experienced a strong sense of déjß vu. It took him a second to realize it was Kristy, Kristy and Jack on this same airplane. During their emergency landing in Vegas, Jack had held Kristy’s hand to comfort her.

      Right now, Sinclair’s hand felt small in Hunter’s, soft and smooth. The kind of hand a man wanted all over his body.

      “You want to go see your sister?” he asked.

      Sinclair looked startled. “What?”

      “She’s in Manchester. It’s on the way.”

      “We’d be too late.”

      She had a point.

      “Maybe not,” he argued. A visit with Kristy might cheer Sinclair up.

      “Thanks for the thought.”

      Hunter wished he had more to offer than just a thought. But then she smiled her gratitude. Hunter realized that was what mattered.

      Business deals would come and go. He’d simply find another way to make Sinclair happy. Even as the thought formed in his mind, he realized it was dangerous. But he ignored the warning flash.

      “You don’t need to worry about me,” she told him. “I’m a big girl. And I still have the ball to plan.”

      “The ball’s going to be fantastic,” he enthused. “It’ll be the best Valentine’s ball anybody ever put on anywhere.”

      “I hate it when people humor me.”

      “Then why are you still smiling?”

      “Because sometimes you can be very sweet.”

      “Hold that thought,” he teased, and he brought her hand to his lips.

      “I’m not going to sleep with you.” She retrieved her hand, but the smile grew wider. “But, maybe, if you’re very, very good, I might dance with you at the Valentine’s ball.”

      “And maybe if you’re very, very good, I might bring you flowers and candy.”

      “Something to look forward to.”

      “Isn’t it?”

      They both stopped talking, and a soft silence settled around the hum of the engines as they taxied toward the runway.

      “It’s just that we’ve worked day and night on this product launch,” she said, half to herself.

      “I can imagine,” he responded with a nod.

      “All of us,” she added. “The Luscious Lavender products are strong. The sales force is ready. And marketing showed me a fantastic television commercial last week. I really want to make sure I do my part.”

      “You are doing your part.” He had no doubt of that. “There’s still the ball.”