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going to get magically done while Dylan lingered over coffee and cake.
    And it didn’t matter how much he might temporarily fill her with an insane desire to kick back and take the rest of the day off—that wasn’t going to happen.
    â€˜Ouch.’ He said it with a good-natured grin. ‘But you’re right. Carla and I have taken up enough of your time for one day. Especially as we’ll be back tomorrow.’
    He was coming too? She tried to ignore the way her heart hitched.
    â€˜Mia, do you know what line of work I’m in?’
    Even she, who’d spent most of her adult life living under a rock, knew what Dylan Fairweather did for a living. ‘You created and run Fairweather Event Enterprises.’ More widely known as Fairweather Events or FWE. Dylan had made his name bringing some of the world’s most famous, not to mention notorious , rock acts to Australia.
    Under his direction, Dylan’s company had produced concerts of such spectacular proportions they’d gone down in rock history. His concerts had become a yardstick for all those following.
    FWE had been in charge of last year’s sensationally successful charity benefit held in Madison Square Garden in New York. He was regularly hired by royalty to oversee national anniversary celebrations, and by celebrities for their private birthday parties and gala events. Dylan Fairweather was a name with a capital N.
    â€˜The thing is...’ He shuffled towards her, his expression intent now rather than teasing. ‘I know that Plum Pines has its own events team, but I want to be the person running this particular show.’
    Very slowly, she swallowed. ‘By “this particular show” , I take it you’re referring to Carla’s wedding?’
    He nodded.
    Her heart thumped. Nora would be disappointed.
    â€˜I want to do this for Carla,’ he continued, fully in earnest now. ‘The only thing I can give her that’s of any worth is my time. You have to understand it’s not that I don’t trust the Plum Pines staff, it’s that I want to give my sister something that’ll actually mean something to her—something she can cherish forever.’
    Mia almost melted on the spot. To have someone who cared about you so much that they’d go to such lengths... That was—
    â€˜Mia?’
    She started. ‘I’m afraid I don’t have the kind of clout to authorise an arrangement like that. But I’ll present your case to Nora and Mr Coulter. Please be assured they’ll do everything they can to accommodate your and Carla’s wishes.’ She bit her lip. ‘They may have some additional questions that they’d like to ask you.’ Questions she lacked the expertise and foresight to ask.
    He immediately slid his business card across the table to her. ‘They can contact me at any time.’
    She picked it up. It was a simple card on good-quality bond, with embossed lettering in dark blue—a deeper and less interesting shade than his eyes.
    He slid another card across the table to her. ‘Would you write down your number for me, Mia?’
    She dutifully wrote down the Plum Pines office number, along with Nora’s work number.
    He glanced at it and his lips pursed. ‘I was hoping for your number.’
    Her hand shook as she reached for her tea. ‘Why?’
    â€˜Because I think you could be an ally. You, I believe, approve of my plan to be Carla’s wedding co-ordinator.’
    She hesitated. ‘I think it’s a lovely idea.’ Surely it couldn’t hurt to admit that much? ‘But I think you ought to know that I have very little influence here.’
    â€˜I think you’re selling yourself short.’
    â€˜If you want to speak to me directly, ring the office and ask them to page me.’ She couldn’t believe she’d told him to do that, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret the offer