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get financing, right?” Tilly’s features brightened hopefully.
    “Well,” Bunny gave one shoulder a quick shrug, “I haven’t gotten the financing yet. I haven’t even started the job.”
    “But it shouldn’t be a problem.” Tilly’s concerned gaze narrowed.
    Bunny fought to contain the flutters building in her own stomach. She squeezed her friend’s hand. “He can still block me just because he thinks I’m unsuitable.”
    Tilly’s jade green eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “He wouldn’t dare. The rest of the Board would never let him. They adore you.”
    “I hope so.”
    “I know so.” Tilly moved in close, giving Bunny a reassuring hug. “Everything will be all right.” She sat back and winked. “It’s in the stars.”
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    Nate hoisted his glass, raising his voice to be heard above the din of the popular restaurant. “I’m pleased to inform you McNulty Events has landed The Worthington Cup.”
    “Marvelous,” Aunt Martha declared.
    “Oh, Nathan.” Melanie clapped her hands. “Fabulous.”
    A waiter bustled past, his serving tray piled high with steaming entrees, trailing the aroma of succulent beef.
    Nate took a long sip of scotch. “We only have five weeks. Tight planning is crucial, but won’t be a problem.”
    A mischievous grin spread across Aunt Martha’s face as she set down her martini glass.
    “Once again,” Nate said, “you got your way.”
    She winked, forking a bite of cheesecake into her mouth. “This will make the firm. All those smaller clients are too much stress and not enough income. This will be different. Besides, Kitty Worthington is a dear friend and a lovely woman.”
    “She’s a bit...odd.” He chose his words carefully.
    “Nathan.” His aunt’s tone admonished, but her artificially blue gaze intensified. “Why do you say that?”
    “For one thing, her poodles are named after white wine.”
    “Well, yes, there is that.” Martha took another bite of cheesecake, swallowed and rolled her eyes. She dabbed a linen napkin to her lips and narrowed her eyes. “She’s a dog person, Nathan. You’ll need to understand dog people if you’re going to make The Worthington Cup a success.”
    He closed his eyes and wished for sanity—in his family and his clients. “I’ll do my best.”
    His aunt smiled the serene, practiced smile those with money learn to affect at a young age, tapping a burgundy acrylic nail against her chin. “This is the opportunity you need to catapult the firm to a new level. Don’t blow it.”
    “Nathan, darling. I’m so proud.” Melanie’s words were soft but sincere.
    Good old, predictable Melanie. He could always count on her to do or say the expected.
    “Your parents would have been proud of you as well,” Aunt Martha said, waving her fork in the air. “May they rest in peace.”
    Nate sat quietly for a moment, digesting her words. He lifted his glass to the woman who had raised him and his older brother after their parents’ tragic deaths. “Here’s to you. For sending Kitty Worthington my way.”
    “Just remember our discussion from the other day,” she reminded.
    “Don’t worry.” Nate’s gut clenched. She always knew which button to push, and when. “How could I forget?” He met his aunt’s cool expression and smiled. If she thought he’d let her get away with selling the firm, she had another thing coming.
    “What discussion?” Melanie asked, her eyes bright and perky.
    “Nothing you need to be concerned with,” Aunt Martha dismissed her question. “What we do need to discuss is your engagement.”
    Nate coughed on his mouthful of scotch, tears welling in his eyes as the liquid scorched the back of his throat. He jerked his handkerchief from his jacket and held it over his nose and mouth.
    “Engagement?” he croaked.
    “Yes.” Aunt Martha wore a puzzled expression. “Melanie tells me you’ve discussed an announcement.”
    “We did discuss it,” Melanie’s pale blue eyes grew wide, her expression