Tracy moved the robe and arranged the purple fabric on Amy. “Now, get into position and I’ll get the chocolate.”

“Wait.” Amy paused. From the waist up, she did look like she wore a fancy gown. She glanced over her shoulder. “Who am I going to pose with?” She still couldn’t believe she’d been picked for this. She wasn’t a model like Claire. She worked what she had, but she wasn’t going to win any beauty contests.

“What?” Tracy adjusted the top. “What’d you ask?”

“Who am I posing with?” Amy asked. “Who is the other model?”

“Oh.” Tracy smiled. “Hunter.”

“Hunter?” She wobbled and landed on the chaise. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. It’ll be perfect.”

Hunter, the object of her desires and she’d have to almost kiss him. She should be excited, but her stomach roiled because she knew he didn’t like her that way. He’d said so.

Amy sighed. The idea was to look good for the catalogue. She wasn’t a professional, but she could do this. She didn’t have much of a choice, either. Or she could run. Running sounded good.

When she stood, then turned, she ran into a solid wall of muscle. The scent of cologne wrapped around her and she knew exactly who she’d collided with. “Hunter.”