“HOW’RE THINGS WITH your magazine?” Kurt asked, the fingers of his right hand threading through Trinity’s long hair flowing down from his lap to the couch.
She settled her head on his thighs. “Fab Femme will be five years soon.”
“Congrats, baby.”
“We’re scouting for a powerful businesswoman for the front cover for our anniversary.”
Kurt’s eyes enlarged. “Farida will be ideal.”
Trinity wrinkled her nose. “She’s doesn’t have the star power.”
“Maybe, but she’s quite popular now.”
Trinity’s gaze slanted to his face. “That’s because of you, darling.”
Kurt’s brow furrowed. “She deserves the spot.”
She snorted. “I don’t know about that... and, anyway, she’s not... beautiful.”
His hand in her hair halted. His voice sounded strangled to his ears. “She’s not?”
“I mean, she’s pretty. Some
