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Her Christmas Temptation: The Billionaire Who Bought Christmas / What She Really Wants for Christmas / Baby, It's Cold Outside
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2019
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“Hunter, don’t—”
“Money doesn’t give you carte blanche,” said Sinclair, pacing around him. “She has a family, people who love her. People who deserved to meet you, before—”
“Sinclair.”
“Before I kidnapped her and dragged her off to my lair?” asked Hunter.
“There’s no need to be sarcastic,” said Sinclair.
“And there’s no need to blitz in here like the Tasmanian Devil.”
“I want some answers.”
“Then shut up for a minute and listen.”
To Kristy’s surprise, Sinclair actually did.
“He’s not my husband,” said Kristy.
“Somebody looking for me?” drawled Jack from the doorway.
Sinclair spun to face him. She blinked from one man to the other.
“Jack, Hunter. This is my sister, Sinclair. Sinclair, this is my husband, Jack, and his cousin Hunter.”
“Mom told me you’d met a man.” Sinclair unbuttoned her long coat.
“I did.”
Sinclair eyed Jack up and down. “She didn’t tell me you’d married him.” She pulled a cell phone from the pocket and hit a speed-dial button.
Kristy jerked forward, visions of her mother on the other end of the line. “Who are you calling?”
“The airline,” said Sinclair. “I had a four-hour stopover. But clearly, I’ll be staying the night.”
“Is she always this bossy?” asked Hunter.
“Is he always this rude?” asked Sinclair.
“Pleasure to meet you,” said Jack, advancing with his hand out.
Sinclair shook, cradling the phone against her neck. “I have a few questions.”
“Me, too,” said Jack. “You know how to skate?”
Before Sinclair could answer him, her phone call connected, distracting her. She listened for a few seconds, then pushed a button.
“We’re skating on the pond tonight,” Jack explained to Kristy. “It’s a traditional thing. Mom would love to have you join us.”
“I should talk to Sinclair first.”
“She can talk to both of us,” said Jack.
Sinclair covered the mouthpiece. “I don’t really care who I talk to. As long as somebody starts talking.”
“Jack and I met in Vegas,” said Kristy. “It was a whirlwind courtship.”
“You … you got married in Vegas?”
“I did.”
“And this doesn’t warrant a phone call?”
“We were waiting—”
“For what?”
“To tell Mom and Dad in person.”
“I’m not Mom and Dad.”
Kristy blew out a breath. “I know.”
Jack put an arm around her. If he’d tried that when she’d first arrived at the mansion, she would have shrugged it off. Now, she reveled in the strength and comfort of his simple gesture. “I think Kristy was somewhat embarrassed. She’s not normally impulsive.”
“And you know what she’s normally like, do you?”
“She’s my wife.”
Sinclair shook her head. “Hello?” she said into the phone, turning away. “Yes. I’d like to change my ticket.”
“You okay?” Jack asked.
“Not really,” replied Kristy.
Hunter moved closer. “You want me to get rid of her?”
Kristy couldn’t help but smile. “You offering to harm my sister?”
“I meant get her out of the room,” clarified Hunter.
“She’ll calm down in a minute.”
Sinclair finished her call.
“I’ll skate if I have to,” she informed Jack. “As long as somebody does some talking while I’m skating. And as long as there is some kind of alcoholic beverage at the end.”
Then she moved forward and drew Kristy into a one-armed hug. “I wanted to be a bridesmaid,” she muttered. “How could you do this to me?”
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