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over here?” Tristan asked, coming back to get her. “Blanche wants to meet you.”
    She took a deep breath. “I wasn’t hiding. I wanted to give you a moment alone with your sister.”
    “I appreciate that.”
    “It looked like she was lecturing you. I didn’t think you’d tolerate that from anyone,” Sheri said, without really thinking.
    Tristan smiled, and for the first time she realized that he usually had a practiced smile for business, because this one lit up his eyes. He loved his family, she thought. She couldn’t help smiling back at him.
    “She’s eleven months older than I am and thinks she can boss me around.”
    “Not many people can do that because of your arrogant attitude.”
    “Arrogant?”
    “Um…I think you know what I mean,” she said, blushing a little because she’d never meant to say that out loud.
    “I really do not know. Explain it to me.”
    She shook her. “I’m not myself today. I didn’t mean to say that.”
    Tristan tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She tried not to react to his touch. But everything feminine in her came to attention. She almost sighed, but that would have been too revealing. So instead she took a deep breath.
    “Looks like she does a fairly good job at it. Bossing you around that is,” Sheri said.
    “Well, she is not the only one,” Tristan said, arching one eyebrow at her as he led her across the tarmac toward the waiting car.
    “I would never try to boss you around,” she said.
    “I might let you in bed,” he said, and they were at Blanche’s side before she could respond.
    “Blanche, this is Sheri Donnelly. Sheri this is my sister, Blanche Sabina-Christophe.”
    Sheri held her hand out to the other woman but Blanche leaned forward and air-kissed her cheek. Sheri did the same but felt kind of silly. Blanche smiled kindly at her.
    “Your name is familiar to me. Have we met before?”
    “She works for me in the New York office,” Tristan said.
    Blanche’s eyes narrowed as she glared up at Tristan. Sheri took a step back as the affable woman of just seconds before was replaced by someone who definitely resembled Tristan when he was angry.
    “I don’t think we’ve had the chance to meet before, Mrs. Sabina-Christophe.”
    “Please, call me Blanche.”
    Sheri nodded. There was renewed tension between brother and sister and she had no idea what to say to break it. As Tristan’s assistant she was used to stepping in and smoothing over awkward situations but this…there was no way she could interfere.
    “Um…I guess you saw the tabloids.”
    “ Oui. The entire family is gathering to discuss it.”
    Sheri took a step backward, longing to hide back on the jet. Even more, she yearned for her small, comforting brownstone. The one place in the world that had always been her constant. The one place in the world where she felt safe.
    “Can you give us a moment, Blanche?”
    “Certainly.”
    “Why don’t Blanche and I take the second car and give you and Sheri some time alone on the drive to your parents’ house?” Gui said.
    “I need to talk to Tristan about some family business,” Blanche said.
    “I don’t mind riding with Gui,” Sheri said, thinking that would be the easiest solution.
    “I would mind. Blanche can go with him. We need to talk.”
    Sheri realized that his indulgent attitude toward his sister only lasted for so long. The commanding man Tristan normally was had come back to the surface.
    “Tristan—”
    “Blanche, this is not open to discussion.”
    She shrugged in a way that Sheri thought was distinctly French and turned to Gui. “I suppose that will be fine. You must be on your best behavior, Gui.”
    He lifted Blanche’s hand to his mouth and brushed his lips across the back. “With you that will be easy.”
    “I’d be flattered if I didn’t know you were always trying to charm anyone female.”
    Gui laughed and said, “You always say the nicest things.”
    “Your ego can stand