Pipes a phallic symbol, you know, Sam said
Is not, Hope said at once.
Is, too. He nodded. All these years youve been working at Palmer Pipe youve been substituting pipe for penises.
She half rose, reached behind her and grabbed up a pillow. I have not! She raised the pillow over her head.
Hey, dont yell at me. Im not the one with pipe envy. Sam rolled smoothly off the bed just as she slammed the pillow into the spot where hed been lying.
At the doorway to the bathroom, in all his naked masculine glory, not at all shy the morning after, he turned to give her a wicked smile. Dont move, he said. Im going to brush my teeth and get fresh supplies, and then Im coming back to relieve your need for pipe. Forever.
Barbara Daly lives and writes in New York City. She loves it most of all during the holiday season, when the lights, the department store windows and the first snow of winter falling on the shoppers as they struggle down the crowded streets add to the festive feeling. What better setting for a love story?
She is a newcomer to feng shui, but is rapidly putting mirrors in strategic places and flutes on the beams and is convinced its going to change the life she shares with her husband and Cairn terrier.
She once had a cat like the one in this bookand suspects she might not live through a second one.
A Long Hot Christmas is just the first of three books featuring the Sumner sisters. Dont miss Barbaras special Duets #69, You Call This Romance!? and Are you for Real?, coming to bookstores in February.
Books by Barbara Daly
HARLEQUIN DUETS
13GREAT GENES!
34NEVER SAY NEVER!
A Long Hot Christmas
Barbara Daly
www.millsandboon.co.uk
For Helen Daly, my mother-in-law, best friend and lifelong card partner. I love you for loaning me your sonand for letting me win once in a while.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
1
HOPE SUMNERS sisters were ganging up on her again.
I was thinking a cat, she informed them. I do not need a man.
Just to go places with, Faith said.
An escort, nothing more than that, Charity said.
Because the holidays are coming up, Faith added.
Hope rued the day shed taught them to make a conference call. With Faith in Los Angeles and Charity in Chicago, for a time theyd had no choice but to attack her separately. One-on-one, she was invincible. Against the two of them, she had to fight for her life. Or in this case, her lifestyle.
And what was wrong with her lifestyle? Nothing. She loved living in New York. She was a successful career woman who could afford elegant clothes, when she managed to find time to shop, luxurious vacations, if she ever found time to take a vacation, and an apartment with a fabulous viewwhere she rarely was, nor was she at the moment.
Lana says hes a very nice man, Faith persisted.
Lana? The punk-rock movie star? Lana dates leather jackets on motorcycles. You told me so yourself.
Thats how she met him, Faith said as though this made everything clear. Her latest leather jacket is actually a software genius. The Shark defended him against the big software company.
The Shark?
His real names Sam Sharkey, Charity supplied helpfully. They just call him The Shark.
Oh. Did he win?
Well, of course, Faith went on. And while they waited for the judges decision, they got to talking, and Shark said he was sick of being the available bachelor on everybodys list, but hes nowhere even close to wanting to get married, not until he makes partner at his law firm.
Anyway, Charity interrupted, Lanas leather jacket told Lana and Lana said, He sounds like Faiths sister Hope, and shes in New York, and The Sharks in New York, and one thing led to another.
Thats how bad it was. Her own sisters were shopping her around to lawyers who represented leather jackets accused of software plagiarism. The cat was sounding better every minute. A calico with pretty markings. Or maybe something with long, soft hair she could run her fingers through.
She liked her life. She loved her work. All she wanted was to be the first female, and at twenty-eight, the youngest person, ever to make vice president at Palmer. Then shed be ready to enter the next phase of her life, which would include love and happiness, a man with thick, silky hair she could run her fingers through
Shed been quiet too long. They might assume she was thinking it over, which she certainly wasnt. Hey, she said in a lets negotiate tone, I really appreciate what youre trying to do for me, but a man to take to parties isnt what I need to get me out of this little slump Im in.
Her gaze darted to her monitor. She swiftly dragged a black seven onto a red eight, smiling when the elusive ace of diamonds appeared from beneath the seven. It was after nine at night. She was still at the office. Shed come to a stopping place at eight, unable to move forward effectively without input from colleagues whod already left.
Even her nemesis, whom she privately referred to as St. Paul the Perfect, had gone home to his lovely wife and children. She knew he had, because hed poked his head through the door to see if she was still there, and when he saw she was, had been forced to make up an elaborate excuse for his early departure. Some nonsense about rehearsal for the church pageant in which his tiny son had the lead roleBaby Jesusand his daughter was head angel.
No reason for her not to go home, yet here she sat, playing solitaire.
Shed drag the ace later. What I think, she went on, is get a cat and cozy up the apartment a little bit. Sheilas sending me this decorator she says everybodys raving about. Her names Yu Wing.
Tiny shrieks came at her from the receiver. Youre using a decorator Sheila recommended? Charity squealed.
Being orphaned in early childhood had made Hope and her sisters unusually close. Even now, strung out from one coast to the other, they got together often, monitored each others activities and knew each others friends. Sometimes this was a good thing, sometimes not. Yes a decorator Sheila recommended, Hope said, feeling defensive. She uses feng shui. Sheila swears that she
Sheilas insane, Faith declared.
Lana isnt?
There was a short silence before Charity said, The last time I saw Lana I thought shed matured considerably.
Love has made all the difference, Faith said in her dreamy voice. Faith had always been a dreamer. She was thirty now, and Hope thought it was about time she found a man whose feet were firmly planted on this earth. Now that might make a difference.
As it does for so many people, Charity said. Whatever Charitys tone indicated, it was not dreaminess. The youngest sister and the family beauty, she had a brain like a Pentium chip. She was twenty-six, and so far she hadnt found a manlover or employerwho was able to see past her pretty face, although Hope could hardly blame the male population for that particular weakness.
Just because love makes some people happy
Who said anything about love? Charity said.
Were just talking about an arrangement, Faith said.
To get you through the holidays, Charity said. You have all those parties to go to and you hate going alone. I can hear it in your voice.
Lana says he does, too, Faith said, hates going alone, that is. Having women treat him as if hes up for grabs.
So you and The Shark can go out together as protection for each other, Charity concluded in the voice of one who is confident she has built a solid argument.
If you like him, of course, Faith said.
Whether I like him wouldnt matter, would it, if were just talking about an arrangement, Hope said unwisely.
So youll meet him? See if you two can make a deal? The tiniest show of interest from Hope, and Faith moved in for the kill.
He likes the idea. That was Charity, sneaking up from the rear.
You already set it up? Now that was going too far.
Of course not. We just gave him your number.
Numbers, Charity clarified. Home, office, digital
You told him I was interested? Hope was already halfway out of her chair, grabbing for her coat and briefcase. To hell with the ace.
Well, sort of, Faith admitted.
She had to get the ball rolling, Charity said in her reasonable way. We knew you wouldnt.
Im cutting you two out of my will! Hope yelled.
You have a will? she heard Faith say before she hung up on them.
THE NEXT NIGHT, Wednesday night, Hope was home at seven. Usually, Thursday was the only night she came home at seven, but Sheila had made the appointment with the decorator, Yu Wing, for Thursday, forcing Hope to do her Thursday routine on Wednesday.
While she wouldnt admit it to Faith and Charity, she was pretty annoyed at Sheila for her highhanded behavior. It had disrupted her schedule and had gotten her Palm Pilot in a tizzy while she shuffled everything around.
But she was trying to be more flexible. Wasnt that what really worried her sisters, that she was sliding into a routine that was presently going to harden like concrete until she could never break free from it?
Good grooming, to Hope, was simply part of the image she had to maintain, that of a successful corporate woman. The routine she followed religiously on Thursday and Sunday evenings involved a quick dinner, after which she applied a masque to her face and gave her feet a good soak in a foot spa that vibrated. While invisible hands massaged her arches, she gave herself a manicure. When her fingernails were dry, she did a pedicure, and, at last, removed the hardened masque and with it, anything resembling dirt, toxins, flaking skin and incipient blackheads.
She shed her navy suit and navy silk shell and put on a white terrycloth robe. It felt good, warm and cozy, unlike the atmosphere of her apartment. Padding into the kitchen in matching terry slippers, she ran through her collection of TV dinners and selected Chicken Marsala with pasta and green beans, which she tossed into the microwave.
It had been a big decision whether the second grooming should be on Wednesday or on Thursday. Once shed settled on Thursday, though, it had become a habit, and she intended to tell Sheila it was pretty darned unsettling to have to
She suddenly felt more cross with herself than with Sheila. Stop it, she said aloud to the sterile white-and-chrome kitchen, and the microwave answered with a ping.
A MIRACLE HAPPENED to Samuel Sharkey that evening. The client he was scheduled to meet for drinks came down with a virus of the tree-felling variety and Sam found himself with a window in his schedule. He had a full hour and a half before he had to meet a group of clients for dinner, time enough to get a bothersome little detail out of the way.
Hed enjoyed defending Dan Murphy against the big company who alleged that Dan had lifted a program of theirs and gotten it on the market before they did. And hed liked the cute, funny actress Dan was dating. Lana, that was her name. When Dan had started talking about Lana, it had somehow led Sam to tell Dan about his love life, which was a vacuum. It was Dan whod come up with theSam couldnt help smiling as he searched through a stack of cards for the one with all the phone numbers on itquirky, creative notion that The Shark needed another shark to swim with.
This woman was the perfect companion shark, Lana had promised him. Sam didnt believe it for a minute, but he was willing to go as far as to check it out for himself.
He found the card. He dialed the office number. When he got her voice maila cool, professional voice, he observedhe tried her digital phone. More voice mail, same cool voice. He glanced at his watch. Seven-twenty. If she was already at home, she might not be the kind of woman he was looking for. Still, he had started it, he might as well finish it. He dialed.
HOPE ATE the Chicken Marsala without tasting it, which was probably all to the good.
Now the routine. Heavy-duty conditioner on the hair, wrap the hair up in a towel. Put on the masque. She spread the green paste on carefully. The label promised miracles, and expensive as it had been, it had better deliver. She was rinsing her hands when the phone rang.
Hope Sumner?
Whos calling?
Sam Sharkey. Lana West got your number from Faith
Oh, yes, said Hope. The lawyer, the one who had to make partner before he made a proposal. He was calling so soon? She hadnt really made up her mind yet, or actually she had. Shed decided to say no.
I have a free hour or so I wasnt planning on. Wondered if I could come by and meet you. This is a pretty crazy idea, but I promised Dan Id give you a call.
Dan. The
My client. The boy wonder of software.
Oh. Lanas leather jacket. Well, I agree its a crazy idea, Hope said tightly. No other way she could say it. The masque was hardening rapidly. Maybe we could just tell whatzisname we talked and decided against it.
Actually, he said, Ive been thinking about it some.
I guess I have, too, Hope said, but I cant see you tonight. Im wearing a masque.
Sam stopped himself just in time to keep from saying, Hey, kinky. When his intelligence kicked in, he realized she wasnt talking a Little Bo Peep mask but that stuff women put on their faceswhy, he didnt know. The masque explained the change in her voice. Now she sounded uptight.
It has to stay on for forty-five minutes, she went on. Otherwise, I might consider at least discussing an arrangement with you. Briefly.