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      “You always make me feel so much better,” her bride said, obviously beginning to relax.

      “I just want you to have a fabulous wedding and a long and happy life with Douglas,” Vonni said honestly. “You deserve it.”

      “So do you. Well, not with Douglas, but you know, with someone else.”

      Vonni laughed again. “From your lips to God’s ears,” she said. As they’d been talking, she’d slowly moved her client to the front door, which she now opened. “And as always, if there’s anything you need or get worried about—”

      “I know I can count on you. I’m sorry for this meltdown—of course you have everything under control. You’ve done every wedding I’ve been to in the past few years and they’ve all been fantastic.”

      “And yours will make those pale in comparison. You’ve made some of the best choices I’ve ever seen and it’s going to be just wonderful.”

      “I think so, too,” the client confided. “I know at least three people who are going to be green with envy.”

      Vonni laughed again. “We’ll make sure of it.”

      And she had her out the door.

      They exchanged goodbyes on the sidewalk in front of the shop—located in the heart of Cherry Creek North among the more elite boutiques—and Vonni went back inside alone.

      It was already past closing time, so she locked the door behind her, and then rushed to her office.

      It wasn’t unusual for her to be asked to accommodate clients by going to them rather than having them come to her. The lion’s share of clientele for Burke’s Weddings was Denver’s rich, and they were accustomed to being catered to. But being asked to go to the Camden Building to see Dane Camden was a unique situation.

      First of all, although there had been several engagement announcements for members of the Camden family in recent months, Dane Camden’s wasn’t among them.

      Second, as a rule, Vonni met with the bride, the bride and her family or the bride and groom together. She’d never met with a groom alone. At least not for the initial appointment.

      And third, when Dane Camden had called to make the appointment, he’d said that not only did he want to talk to her about a wedding, he also had a proposition for her that was better discussed away from the shop.

      Being propositioned by a groom was definitely not the norm.

      Although he had amended his description to a business proposition with a deep, surprisingly appealing chuckle.

      There was that Dane Camden charisma she’d heard about.

      No doubt, Dane Camden had charisma to spare.

      But not enough to make her forget the cautionary tale of the Hunter family’s past dealings with the well-known Camdens. Vonni was leery of any business proposition he had to offer.

      With very few minutes to spare, she went into the office that technically belonged to Burke’s Weddings’ owner, Chrystal Burke. But since Chrystal was rarely there, Vonni considered it hers.

      As she crossed the expansive space to the private bathroom, she thought about what it would mean to do a Camden wedding. It would be a feather in her cap. And lead to a lot more business. It would help pave her way to the promised partnership in Burke’s Weddings that had long been her goal.

      So this was an appointment she intended to keep, as soon as she did a quick check of her appearance.

      Today, she’d worn the sides of her blond hair pulled back into a clip, and it was still neat and tidy. But she ran a brush through what was left to fall loose to her shoulder blades.

      Her mascara and eyeliner were still in place, accentuating her green eyes to good effect. She freshened her blush, reapplied her mauve lipstick and blotted away the slight end-of-the-day shine from her nose and chin with a piece of rice paper.

      Like everyone, there were things about her appearance that she was self-conscious of. She thought she had too much forehead but she looked awful in bangs so couldn’t wear them to diminish it, and she knew that when full lips went out of style she’d be back to wearing pale lipsticks again to hide hers.

      On the whole, she was okay with her appearance, though. Certainly she didn’t see anything awful enough in it to scare away men. But she hadn’t been lying to her client when she’d said she’d had no luck finding a husband of her own despite her every attempt. And she had made every attempt.

      Early in college something had clicked in Vonni and she’d realized that what she really wanted in life was to get married and have a family. That while a career was nice and she’d fully intended to get her degree and find one, in her heart of hearts, it was the traditional route that called to her—becoming a wife and mother. Picturing herself without that had seemed empty and sad and unfulfilling.

      That was when she’d launched what she called her husband hunt.

      And she’d been devoted to it ever since. It had been a mission, a passion, her main goal.

      But going after something—no matter how keenly—and getting it had proved to be two different things.

      “So you really do have one up on me, Melanie Danforth-Hayes. A very, very big one....” she said out loud.

      But there was no time for thinking about something she’d already dedicated more years and energy and thought to than she wanted to admit—something she had now put on the back burner. Something she needed a break from. So Vonni tucked her tan shirt firmly into the waistband of her brown slacks and put on the short jacket that matched the pants.

      She looked businesslike. That was what she’d set out for and what she’d accomplished.

      She swiped a tissue across the toes of her three-inch-heel pumps to make sure they were clean, and hurried out of the bathroom to the oversize antique desk in the office.

      She kept everything she needed for an initial appointment in a leather binder. She took it out of the top desk drawer, took her purse from the bottom drawer and went back through the shop and out the front door again.

      The Camden Building was three blocks down the street from her and it was a lovely June day, so it was silly to drive. But she walked at a fast clip to not be late.

      When she reached the twelve-story yellow brick office building and went in, she headed straight for the reception desk and told the security guard there that she had an appointment with Dane Camden.

      “Top floor.”

      Of course....

      The Camdens owned the building; where else would they be?

      After several people exited the elevator, Vonni got on alone and pressed the button for her floor. On the way up, she thought about the man she was about to meet.

      She had no doubt she would recognize Dane Camden even though they’d never met. She’d seen him in the occasional photograph accompanying the newspaper and magazine articles about the Camden family. They owned the worldwide СКАЧАТЬ