Evelyn laughed. “That’s so true.”
“And how about you?” Carolina asked. “Staying busy with my dad?”
Evelyn smiled. “Incredibly. Living the dream here. And so is your father. He’s doing a remarkable job as the vice president of the United States, just as I knew he would.”
Carolina loved that Evelyn was so dedicated to her father. And so in love with her brother. “How’s the separation working out for the two of you?”
Evelyn’s gaze shifted to Gray. “Actually, much better than I ever thought it would. We make time for each other, no matter how difficult it is.”
“It helps that Dad lets us use the family private jet a lot,” Gray said with a smile.
“I’m glad you two reconciled.”
“Me, too,” Gray said. “Speaking of, will you be coming to Washington for Thanksgiving this week?”
Carolina blew out a breath, thinking about everything she had to do to get ready for Fashion Week in February. The event was the biggest opportunity for designers to show off their lines, and something Carolina had spent the last year getting ready for. “I don’t know. I have so much to do now that I’ve plunged into designing this line. And not a lot of time to do it before Fashion Week. It’s kind of mind-boggling.”
“I’m so happy for you,” Evelyn said. “I want to know everything, and I want to see it all.”
“Not much to see right now, I’m afraid. I’ve got a few things in production, but I’m still trying to decide what’s going to go into the line and what’s not, and selecting models.”
“Can you tell us the focus?” Evelyn asked.
“Right now I’m concentrating on mainly casual fashion for both men and women. I want to keep it along the lines of my own style. Fussy has never worked for me, and I don’t think it works for the average woman or man, and that’s who I want to clothe. I like movement and ease, and the way clothes make a person look and feel.”
She stared out the window, her mind whirling with the possibilities. “With a man, his body has always intrigued me.” She turned her attention to Gray. “Since you’ve played baseball and you race cars, I’ve watched you over the years. It’s helped me gain a keen understanding of movement.”
Gray laughed. “So, I’ve been your study guide for men’s fashion.”
Her lips curved. “Sort of. I’ve studied all types of men in various fields. Sometimes I’ll just go outside and sit on a park bench and watch men go by. But I keep going back to the sports angle. Surprisingly, I watch a lot of sports.”
“Why is that surprising?” Evelyn asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I just surprised myself. At first I did it to watch the angles. All the sports are different, but the way a man moves is always the same. I think a man’s body is inherently sexy, and I want to showcase that in my fashion, especially from a sports angle, because I believe that will appeal to a lot of men.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Gray said. “So where are you on your models?”
She looked at him. “Well . . . if I could get you, that would be a definite plus.”
He laughed. “You want me to model for you.”
“Sure. You’d be perfect. You’re popular, and that will have a certain appeal.”
Gray wrinkled his nose.
Evelyn leaned back against the sofa. “Oh, this should be fun.”