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make a quick stop at the airport to pick you up, then continue south. The flight from D.C. to North Carolina is nearly an hour. Ms. Graham can brief you on the plane.”
    â€œI suppose that might work,” Joshua said. “Congress tends to wrap things up early in the day on Friday.”
    â€œI can’t possibly leave on Friday afternoon,” Eleanor interrupted.
    Joshua and Mrs. Jackson turned toward her in surprise, as if they had somehow forgotten she was in the room. Mrs. Jackson’s hard glare made her momentarily flinch, but Eleanor valiantly continued.
    â€œI have an appointment, a commitment really, on Saturday morning that I can’t change.” She swallowed hard. “I can leave anytime after 10:30 A.M. on Saturday if that helps.”
    The dour glare from Mrs. Jackson seemed to indicate it didn’t help one little bit, but Eleanor doggedly waited for Joshua’s response.
    â€œSaturday will be fine. We’ll return on Tuesday.”
    Eleanor felt her mouth open, but couldn’t speak. She turned to Mrs. Jackson in confusion. The older woman looked equally shocked.
    â€œI only meant for Ms. Graham to accompany you on the flight, Joshua,” Mrs. Jackson corrected. “I certainly didn’t expect her to spend the weekend at the estate with you as your ... your ... date?”
    â€œWhy not?” Joshua said casually. “I think it’s the perfect solution. If Ms. Graham is kind enough to do me this personal favor the very least I can do is extend her the famous, or rather infamous, Barton hospitality.”
    â€œI couldn’t possibly intrude on a family gathering,” Eleanor said, hardly believing she was arguing. Wasn’t this her dream come true? Four days and three nights with Joshua Barton.
    â€œNonsense. The house will be filled with at least thirty people. There will be additional functions with over a hundred attending. One more guest won’t create any difficulties.” He gave her a strange look, then leapt to his feet. “Since I’ll have so little time to prepare for meeting Rosemary I’ll feel more comfortable having you by my side, Ms. Graham.”
    â€œI ... um ... well,” Eleanor stammered. Coherent speech was impossible as her mind took a wild fanciful flight, light years beyond reality.
    â€œIt’s settled. I’ll return home Friday night and we’ll leave on Saturday. At eleven A.M. Mrs. Jackson will make all the arrangements and provide you with a schedule of the weekend’s events so you’ll know what to pack. I believe there is some sort of formal party Sunday night.”
    Joshua held up a hand as Mrs. Jackson started sputtering objections. She quieted instantly, pressing her lips into a thin line. She didn’t look very happy.
    â€œYou know where to reach me if anything unusual comes up while I’m gone, Edna. Call me immediately, regardless of the time,” Joshua instructed his assistant. Turning toward Eleanor he added, “Thanks again for your help. I’ll see you on Saturday, Ms. Graham.”
    He strode purposefully out the door, taking all the excitement with him. Eleanor’s head was spinning. Was this really happening? Was she going to spend a weekend with a man she had dreamed about for untold hours? A man who was totally beyond her sphere, completely unobtainable, so far out of her reach it was almost laughable?
    She exhaled a quiet breath, trying to regain her wits, and realized for the first time that she hadn’t actually agreed to accompany him. But, of course, she would.
    And then the reality of the situation hit her full force. Biting her lip in nervous frustration, Eleanor pondered the question that plagued women throughout the ages. What in the world am I going to wear?
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    Joshua walked swiftly through the carpeted hallway. He had a pain behind his eyeballs that was rapidly forming into a tension headache. Thinking about his father