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I’m going to do that, too.”
    The painting was indeed Morgan’s favorite. It was the first visual she wanted each time she walked through her front door. She was the only rich girl in the group that was married, and the love she had for Magnum had grown stronger every year. He was her backbone, her foundation, her everything. The best part of her relationships with her girls was there was no competition. They loved Magnum and he loved them, too.
    In the clubroom, a hint of ginger, raspberry, and cinnamon filled the air. Morgan entered and placed the four files at the foot of her chaise. Four plush, lavender leather chaise lounges formed a circle near the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass windows. The seating allowed the girls to enjoy the sunshine while discussing business and pleasure.
    “Ladies, you know I’m full of surprises but you’ll never guess what I’ve orchestrated for the Rich Girls’ Club this year.” Morgan’s brilliant smile lit the entire room, causing the other women to beam with curiosity.
    Taking one last moment before revealing her big secret, Morgan tucked her blond hair behind her ears, stood in the window and stared down the hillside. She’d accomplished a lot in her thirty-seven years of living. An only child born to wealthy parents, Morgan had been reared and was married in a small town where everyone knew her. And Morgan appreciated the quality of life her mother and father had given her.
    She’d moved to the City of Angels for her husband. When she relocated, the big city life didn’t change the wild country girl inside of her. She missed hunting, fishing, and riding horses, but she loved him so much she’d go wherever he wanted. She had enjoyed Lake Charles, Louisiana, but he hadn’t liked the place at all.
    Opening a lavish hotel had been her way of providing Southern hospitality to celebrities with deep pockets. Living in Calabasas, right outside of Los Angeles, provided an escape from the busy streets and congested freeways.
    “Girl, how long are you going to stare out of that window?” Storm asked. “We are on our second drink and you haven’t had one. And I’m ready to tell y’all the good gushy gushy about my pussy.”
    Morgan rattled her head. “You’re right,” she responded, scooping up the files. Quickly she handed Brooks, Storm, and Hope a folder each before sitting on her chaise. “Don’t open it until I tell you to.
    “This year, ladies, the Rich Girls’ Club is doing what no other female organization is brilliant enough to orchestrate or bold enough to execute. And that includes the women’s club in BH,” Morgan said, tapping on her file. “The entire BH group will end up being our biggest supporters, but what is discussed in this room today remains between us.”
    Morgan glanced at the folders in each of the women’s hands. She’d tailored each task specifically. “This being the first Saturday in January, we have to work hard and fast but we wait to make our announcement until right before the deadline. Once we go public, we have seven months to execute this plan. The biggest part of this assignment is reserved for Brooks Kennedy.”
    Brooks swept her shoulder-length, chestnut hair behind her ear, then glanced at the other members. Her big brown eyes expanded with excitement, then narrowed with curiosity. Her mocha skin flushed red. “Why me? And you’d better not say it’s because I’m the oldest,” she said, pursing her full lips.
    Storm laughed.
    Always thinking before opening her mouth, Hope remained quiet. She was a thinker and deemed herself the moral conscience of the group. If there were any resistance to, or holes in, the plan, Hope would wait until the others spoke then share her thoughts.
    Brooks cleared her throat and said, “Morgan, you treated each of us to an all-expense paid vacation to Sydney for Christmas and you gave us a full year of complimentary spa services. Now what are you up to?”
    Morgan nodded. “I saved the best to