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Grace Under Fire (Buchanan-Renard #14 )(67)

Author:Julie Garwood

Apparently Michael wasn’t one to coddle.

“Oh, that’s comforting,” she muttered.

“You want comforting? Go to my mother. She’ll comfort the hell out of you.”

“Yeah, she will,” Alec agreed.

They were serious. The idiots weren’t joking. Isabel looked at Regan and then both of them began to laugh. Isabel was still laughing when she went into the bedroom and closed the French doors.

For the next two hours, the professionals transformed Isabel into a superstar. At least that’s what Regan kept telling her they were doing every time Isabel tried to get the stylists to hurry up and finish.

Michael interrupted when he knocked on the door. “Detective Samuel is on the phone. He wants to talk to you.”

Isabel, wrapped in a robe, ran to the door and opened it. “I can’t go to the station for another interview now. Make him understand, Michael. I can’t imagine what other questions he has. Surely he can wait until . . .” She finally noticed that Michael was shaking his head. “What is it?”

“He wants to ask a favor.”

She took Michael’s phone but held it against her chest as she whispered, “Did you tell him I can’t go to the station?”

“Yes. I told him.”

Frowning at Michael, she answered the phone. “Hello, Detective Samuel. What can I do for you?”

The detective hemmed and hawed, and she could hear what sounded like excited teenagers screaming in the background.

“I just found out that you will be performing with XO tonight. Is that correct?”

She automatically straightened her shoulders at the sound of his voice. “Yes,” she answered, wondering how he had heard.

“I really hate to ask, but my daughters are big fans of yours, and when they heard that you will be singing with XO . . . Hold on,” he said.

She could tell he’d cupped his hand over the phone because his voice was muffled, but she could still hear him ordering his daughters to quiet down.

“Are you there, Isabel?”

She decided to get to the point for him. “How many tickets do you need?”

“Three,” he told her, relief in his voice.

“Okay. I’m sure Xavier has a few extras. They’ll be at the will-call window for you. If you run into any problems, contact Michael. He’s going with me, and he’ll have his phone with him.”

“Thank you,” he said.

Before he could end the call, she blurted, “Wait. I’d like to ask you a question.”

“Yes?”

“Have you learned why Walsh was in Boston?”

“We’re working on it,” he replied. “Walsh still isn’t awake.”

“Yes, I know. I talked to the nurse on duty this morning. She told me his stats are improving, and they expect him to wake up anytime now.” She noticed Michael smiled when she told the detective that she’d talked to the nurse.

“I’ll keep you informed,” Samuel promised.

Isabel thanked him and ended the call. Handing the phone back to Michael, she said, “Please don’t let me forget. Detective Samuel needs three tickets.”

“Shall we get back to work?” Regan suggested. She pulled Isabel back into the bedroom, smiled at Michael, and shut the door in his face.

The transformation continued. The blue sequined top was more low-cut than Isabel remembered, but Vera made sure it wouldn’t shift or slip, no matter how much Isabel moved.

Regan tried to ease her concerns. “It isn’t a plunging neckline. It’s just that you’re a bit overendowed,” she explained. “Now stop worrying about it. You’re very decent. Why, you could wear that top to church.”

Isabel laughed. “And get hit by lightning.”

She was prodded back into the chair by one of the stylists, who insisted on wrapping a flesh-colored bandage around her upper arm to hide her stitches. Isabel didn’t object, although she thought it wasn’t necessary since she’d be wearing the jacket.

While they were working on her, she received three phone calls from the extremely annoying James Reid. She ignored all of them, sending the calls to voicemail. He wasn’t giving up. If he thought he could wear her down and persuade her to sell Glen MacKenna land to his Patterson Group just to be rid of him and stop his harassment, he was mistaken. In fact, the opposite was happening.

Each time he called, she became more inclined to sell the property to anyone but him.

“Isabel, the hairstylist wants your attention,” Regan said when Isabel didn’t answer a question.

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