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of us? All three of us?” Kinley asked. Based in the Chimera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, they did in-house weddings, but the bulk of their business came from destination weddings all over the world. Wherever their A-list clients wanted.

      “Just you, Kin,” Jacs said. “I’ve inked a deal to plan the wedding of reformed NFL bad boy Hunter Caruthers. It’s taking place in your home state of Texas, and when I mentioned your name, he said he knew you. Slam dunk for us. I think that might be why he picked our company over one in Beverly Hills.”

      Caruthers.

      At least it was Hunter and not his brother Nate.

      “I can’t.”

      Willa abruptly ended her call with a client, saying she’d call back, and turned to Jacs, who gave Kinley one of her patented she-who-must-be-obeyed stares.

      “What? I’m sure I heard that wrong.”

      Kinley took a deep breath and put her hands on her desk, noticing that her manicure had chipped on her middle finger. But really she couldn’t help the panic rising inside her. She had no plans to return to Texas.

      Ever.

      “I can’t. It’s complicated and personal, so I really don’t want to go into it, but please send Willa instead.”

      Jacs walked over and propped her hip on the edge of Kinley’s desk, which was littered with bridal gown catalogs and photos of floral arrangements. “He asked for you. Personally. That’s the only personal that matters to me. Will you die if you go to Texas?”

      “No. Of course not.” Kinley just didn’t want to see Nate again. She didn’t even want to see her dad again in person. She was content with their weekly Skype chats. That was enough for her and for her two-year-old daughter, Penny.

      “Is it because of your baby?” Jacs asked.

      She’d told Kinley when she started that even though Jacs had made the decision to never have children herself, she understood that being a mom was an important role. She was very understanding about Kinley’s needs and had a generous child-care policy for their small office.

      “Sort of. She has just really settled into the day care here at the casino. Is it just a weekend trip?”

      “Uh, no. I said pack your bags. You’re going to be out there for the duration. That means six months. I’m taking on two more clients in Texas—one is a Dallas Cowboy and the other plays basketball for San Antonio. I think you’ll have plenty to keep you busy.”

      “Where would I stay?” Kinley asked, realizing there was no way to get out of the trip.

      “I’ve rented a house in a nice subdivision...something called the Five Families. What an odd name,” Jacs said.

      “Is there anything I can say that will make you change your mind?” Kinley finally asked.

      “Not really,” Jacs said. “The client wants you, and you really have no reason not to go, do you?”

      Yes. Nate Caruthers. The man who’d rocked her world for one passion-filled weekend, fathered her child and then interrupted her when she called later with that important news, telling her what happened in Vegas needed to stay there. He was her new client’s older brother and still lived on the family’s ranch outside Cole’s Hill. But she didn’t want to tell Jacs any of that. And she wasn’t prepared to lose her job over it.

      The only thing that was vaguely reassuring was that Nate would be too busy running the Rockin’ C Ranch to be all that involved in wedding planning.

      Fingers crossed.

      “No reason. When do I need to start?” Kinley asked.

      “Monday. I’m having Lori take care of all the details. You’ll fly out on Friday, so you have time to settle in over the weekend. I’ve even included your nanny in the travel plans. Keep me posted,” Jacs said as she turned on her heel and walked out of the office.

      Kinley glanced down at the framed picture of Penny on her desk and felt her stomach tighten. After that disastrous call to Nate, she’d vowed not to allow him to let Penny down the way her own father had let her down. She just hoped that promise would be easy to keep once she was back in Cole’s Hill. All she had to do was avoid Nate. Surely she could handle that except in this town she knew it would be impossible.

      * * *

      Nate Caruthers was a little bit hungover as he pulled his F-150 into the five-minute parking outside the Cole’s Hill First National Bank. He reached for his sunglasses as he downed the last of his Red Bull before getting out of the cab of his truck. His younger brother was back in town, and that had called for a celebration that had lasted until the wee hours of the morning.

      He tried the door on the bank, but it was locked. He leaned against the brick wall and pulled his hat down over his eyes to wait the five minutes until it opened.

      “Nate? Nate Caruthers?”

      The voice was straight out of his past and one of his hottest weekends ever. He pushed the Stetson he had tilted to cover his eyes back with his thumb and looked over.

      Kinley Quinten.

      He whistled.

      She’d changed. Again. Wearing some kind of lacy-looking white dress that ended midthigh and left her arms bare, she looked sophisticated. Not like the party girl he’d spent that weekend with almost three years ago in Vegas. His gaze followed the curve of her legs, ending at a pair of impossibly high heels. She looked like she’d stepped out of one of his mom’s Neiman Marcus catalogs.

      There may have been five years between them but none of that had mattered since he’d seen her in Vegas. She’d been twenty-three and he’d been twenty-eight.

      “Eyes up here, buddy,” she said.

      He straightened from the wall and gave her a slow grin that many women had told them would get him out of any tight spot as he walked toward her. “Sorry, ma’am. Wasn’t expecting you to look so good.”

      “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she asked, opening her large purse and pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses, which she immediately put on.

      “How could it not be? I guess the men in California must be blind if you’re not sure.”

      She crossed her arms under her breasts. “I live in Las Vegas.”

      “Really? Since when? I thought you were only there to celebrate graduating from college,” he said. “You should let me buy you a coffee after I’m done at the bank and we can catch up.”

      “Catch up? I don’t think so. I’m in town for business, Nate,” she said. “Plus, I think we said all that needed saying two years ago.”

      The door next to him opened with a gush of cold air-conditioning, and Kinley gestured for him to go first, but he shook his head. “Ladies first.”

      She huffed and walked past him.

      He watched her move, her hips swaying with each of her determined steps. She probably wouldn’t appreciate his attention, but he noticed that Stewart, the bank manager, was watching her, too.

      Nate got in line behind her to wait for the cashier.

      “I’m sorry I was such a douche on the phone. Can we please have coffee?” he asked. His mom always said, “If you don’t ask, you don’t get,” and he wanted Kinley. Or at least to spend a little more time flirting with her before he headed back to the ranch.

      She sighed. “One coffee, and then that’s it. Okay?”

      “Why will that be it?” he asked. “Maybe you’ll want to see me again.”

      He grinned at her, and she shook her head. “I won’t have time. I’m here for business.”

      “What business?” he asked. “Are you working at the NASA facility out on the Bar T?”

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