“What do you mean he didn’t show up?” Penelope frowned. “He was with the reviewer at breakfast.” She tapped her chin. “We both saw them together there.”

“Right. And he should have been with her on the tour.” Irritation crept into his voice. “He’s an actor. He’s getting paid to be here. He needs to show up on time, when and where he’s supposed to.” Luke sighed. “This is exactly what I was worried about. I’ll deal with him.”

“How many times are we going to have this conversation?” his sister asked, throwing up her hands. “You put me in charge. That was your decision.” Penelope stood and faced him, spine stiff. “Which means now I get to make the decisions,” she declared. “I chose to pair Zach with the reporter. I’ll deal with him.”

Luke was about to protest, when a look from Jay stopped him. He sighed. His friend was right. The middle pea in the pod, keeping the peace.

“That reminds me,” Pen said, settling back into the chair and shifting her attention to Jay. “Were you able to deal with that thing I asked you about?”

Jay nodded “All set.”

“Perfect.”

“What thing?” While Luke was glad his sister was no longer glaring at him like she wanted to remove his stubborn head from his body, he didn’t like the vibe he was picking up. Something was going on, and he hated being out of the loop. “What did she ask you to deal with? What’s all set?” he demanded. “What’s perfect?”

“You.” Penelope grinned up at him. But it was the evil kind of grin shared between siblings when one was about to do something unpleasant to the other. “Or, you will be as close to perfect as we can make you.”

“Does not compute.” Luke shook his head. “Need more data.”

“Your sister sent me on a little shopping spree for a new wardrobe.”

“No,” Luke said.

“For you,” Jay elaborated.

“I figured that part out, thanks,” Luke growled, not about to admit that, this morning, he’d been thinking about doing the same thing himself. “No,” he reiterated.

“Yes,” Jay countered, his grin almost as evil as Penelope’s.

“Go take your shower,” Penelope said. “We’ll meet you upstairs in an hour.”

“What’s happening in an hour?” Luke wondered, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“A new activity has been added to your itinerary, Lance.” His sister held up Luke’s form. “Makeover montage.”

“You’re joking.”

“Your T-shirt is a joke,” Jay neatly rejoined.

“It’ll be fun,” Pen said. “Ooh!” she chirped, turning to Vijay. “We can have him do one of those mini fashion shows for us, like in the movies.”

Luke grimaced. “Absolutely no—”

“Great idea, Pen.” Jay clapped Luke on the back, cutting him off. “Come on. Let’s take you from a Before to an After.”