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huge hug. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Do you have anything at home you can wear?”

      “How about that gray silk dress I wore for the Christmas party?” Meredith asked.

      Sylvie’s lovely brow crinkled in a frown. “I’m not sure I remember…. Oh, yes. The gray silk. It had long sleeves and a sort of high, cowl neck?”

      Meredith nodded. Sylvie smiled and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring over a few things. We’ll come up with something great,” Sylvie promised.

      Meredith was worried. She knew that her idea of “great” and Sylvie’s were probably a fashion galaxy apart. But she tamped down her fears and put on a brave smile.

      “Chinese sounds good. And don’t forget an extra dumpling for Lucy,” she added, remembering her dog’s favorite treat. “And don’t worry, Sylvie. I won’t you let you down.”

      “I know that,” Sylvie assured her, and Meredith knew she was telling the truth. Although Meredith didn’t make friends easily, her connections were deeply felt. True to her word and loyal to a fault, she’d go the limit to help a friend in need and never went back on her promises.

      “Don’t worry, this will be fun,” Sylvie promised as she rose from her seat. “Oh, I almost forgot…” Sylvie stared down at the package she’d been holding, a medium-size box wrapped in brown paper. “The receptionist asked me to give you this,” Sylvie explained. “It was delivered a little while ago.”

      She glanced at the label as she handed Meredith the box. “Hmm, it’s from Chasan’s,” she noted, naming one of the most expensive clothing stores in town. “I thought you did your shopping at the outlet mall, Meredith. Did you go out on a spree without telling me?”

      “I’ve never been to Chasan’s. There must be some mistake.” Meredith examined the package and saw her name printed on the label.

      Clearly too curious to leave, Sylvie stood by as Meredith tore off the paper and found the trademark, dark-blue gift box tied with a thick gold ribbon. She untied the ribbon and opened the box. Under a layer of gold tissue paper, she found a beautiful pale-pink sweater set, much like the one she had on. However, with one touch, she could tell it was of a far finer quality…and far more expensive than her own.

      Meredith took the sweater set out of the paper and Sylvie gasped, “God…that’s gorgeous. Who is it from? Is it your birthday or something?”

      “My birthday’s in June. You know that,” Meredith replied, without glancing at her friend. She took a deep breath before reading the gift card she found inside. She already guessed who had sent the gift, but could hardly believe it.

      Meredith,

      Are you sure I didn’t bump into you this morning? You insisted that I didn’t, but I still feel responsible somehow for ruining your lovely sweater. Please accept this gift with my appreciation for your help today—and my hope that I’ll see you again soon.

      Adam

      Meredith felt a bit shocked as she placed the card back in the box and closed the lid. It appeared he had picked the sweater set out and bought it himself. Had he really gone to so much trouble for her?

      “Who’s Adam?” Sylvie asked, and Meredith realized her friend had read the card over her shoulder.

      “It’s a long story, Sylvie,” Meredith replied.

      “Judging from that blush on your face, I’ll bet it’s a good one.” Sylvie laughed, her lovely face alight with interest. “You’d better tell all tonight, dear,” she warned, “or no fried dumplings.”

      “In that case, I guess I have to,” Meredith replied with a grin. “But there’s nothing to tell, honestly. He’s just a client, and I’m doing some special designs for him.”

      “Right, you meet some client this morning and he sends you a hand-delivered gift from Chasan’s. But there’s nothing to tell.” Sylvie smiled knowingly and gently patted her friend’s shoulder. “Meredith, we need to talk.”

      “Don’t you have enough torture planned for tonight? You don’t need to give me a lecture about men, too, Sylvie,” she warned in a good-natured tone.

      “Me? Give you advice about men? Don’t be silly. I’m leaving that job to Lila and Jayne. After all, Jayne’s married and Lila’s engaged. They both should know something about the species.” With a quick wave Sylvie suddenly disappeared through the doorway.

      Left alone with her surprise package, Meredith stared down at the box, which sat squarely in her lap. She opened the lid, looked at the sweater set again—now noticing the label of an exclusive European designer—then she looked at the card. She liked his handwriting. It was neat and crisp, with thick, blocky letters. Straightforward as the man himself, she thought.

      Oh, dear. She was sinking into some type of warm, romantic mire, like a big steamy bubble bath. Inch by inch, minute by minute. Even though she’d forced Adam Richards’s image out of her mind today, she still felt her attraction to him gaining a hold on her.

      But she simply wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

      She just could not allow it.

      Meredith stood and stuck the box in her office closet. She would return the gift to him with a polite, but curt note. She’d complete the sample stickpin, as she had promised, but she would make Frank assign a new designer to the project. She would not permit herself to see Adam Richards again. Certainly not alone. Absolutely not for anything as social as a “fake” business lunch date.

      She wasn’t as naive about men as her friend Sylvie suspected. She knew what this ride was all about, the uphill climb of the roller coaster car was totally exhilarating—the thrill of a lifetime. It was the downhill slide, and the unavoidable crash, that she feared. Feared with all her heart. Or what was left of it.

      Meredith had felt this strongly this quickly about a man only once before. Years ago, in college. Jake was superficially very different from Adam, but in many respects they were much alike, she realized. An established artist, Jake was a visiting professor at her college for a year, and students clamored for the chance to study with him. Jake chose only students he felt were the most promising, and Meredith was thrilled to win a place in his sculpture studio during her senior year. She’d expected to learn a lot about art—not about love. But from the very first moment he spoke to her, other than to critique her work, she felt as if she’d been struck by lightning. She kept her crush a secret from even her closest friends for weeks, never once dreaming her feelings could be returned. But miraculously they were, and she soon entered into a torrid affair with him, agreeing to secrecy in order to keep Jake out of trouble with the school authorities. It was certainly against the school’s policy for professors to seduce their students.

      He was older, more mature and experienced. A man with status, who could have just about any woman he wanted. He’d swept her off her feet, and the force of his desire had been heady, intoxicating, too much to resist. But the romance—Meredith’s first—had ended badly. Very badly. Meredith was so heartbroken at one point, she didn’t get out of bed for weeks. Feeling empty and lost, so worthless and humiliated by Jake’s rejection, all she did was cry.

      While logically she knew that all men weren’t as selfish and heartless as Jake Stark, she simply couldn’t risk it. She believed that while other women had some special sense of sniffing out the nice guys from the phonies, she had none. She didn’t trust her judgment about men as far as she could toss her living room sofa, and felt far safer not taking any risks.

      It took her years to gain her confidence back after Jake, and Meredith knew that in some ways she’d never really recovered. But she finally felt in control of her life and her emotions—happy and productive and standing on steady ground again. Maybe her life wasn’t perfect. Maybe she was lonely at times and wished that she had someone close to share her ups and downs. Someone to love wholeheartedly, who loved her in return.

      But the risk of failing

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