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know that my wife would like to do the presentation to the Women’s Shelter in about an hour? By then, the press should be here.”
    Nick caught the end of the conversation and thought his timing to leave couldn’t be more perfect with the newspapers on the way. The sound guy nodded, and Brad patted the guy on the back before turning around to find Nick waiting with a smug look on his face.
    Brad took the few steps towards him. “What’s so amusing?”
    Nick put his arm around Brad’s shoulders and started leading him away from the stage where they didn’t have to yell to be heard.
    “Have I told you how stunning you look this evening? But isn’t it a fashion faux pas to be wearing white after Labor Day?” Nick chuckled.
    Brad snapped his fingers in diva fashion. “That rule is so yesterday, darling.”
    “Now I know what you meant about standing out.” Nick shook his head. A white tuxedo wouldn’t have been his first choice.
    Brad shrugged . “It was Victoria’s idea. She was worried we might blend in with the crowd with the masks.”
    “Well there is no danger of that happening.” Nick slapped him on the back. He didn’t doubt Brad’s wife would have many more suggestions throughout their marriage. Brad was obviously happy though, and wanted to make his bride happy, too.
    Nick thought, better him than me .
    “Congratulations again, Brad. I wish you nothing but happiness.” Nick held out his hand, and Brad grabbed it for the shake. He put his other hand on his shoulder and pulled him in for a half hug.
    “Thanks for everything, Nick.” Brad nodded his head toward the door. “You should get out of here before Victoria gives her speech. She’s going to name the bigger donations and ask them to stand up and de-mask. Considering the amount you gave, you might want to be out of the here before that happens.”
    “Thanks , I owe you one.” Nick turned on his heels and started to make a dash for the door. He didn’t get very far before he was brought to a halt by a vision walking into the ballroom.
    The woman was beautiful with soft features, creamy skin and lush lips that begged to be kissed. Her long chestnut brown hair flowed past her shoulders and reached down to full breasts. Even from across the room, he could tell they could easily cradle a man’s head for hours. His gaze continued lower past her flat stomach, the flair of her hips and ended at a pair of long, shapely legs that were made to be wrapped around a man’s waist.
    There was no denying how much Nick wanted to be that man as he burned a trail back up the length of her body slowly eating up every delicious inch. He wanted to know if she tasted as good as she looked, and he groaned inside when he envisioned spreading her legs to find out. His balls tightened, and cock twitched in agreement to the thoughts running through his mind.
    Suddenly needing a drink to distract him and settle the stirring that was happening between his legs, Nick once again turned on his heels. This time he went in the direction of the bar. The beautiful vision was all curves, all woman, and exactly what Nick was looking for in New Year’s celebration.
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    Becca stood at the French doors that led to the ballroom. She could hear the music drifting through, and she took a deep breath trying to build up the nerve to go inside. She just couldn’t seem to get past the jumble of nerves that had settled in her stomach.
    Becca wished her mom was there. She always could make the situations that made her feel uneasy more bearable. Her mother had an uncanny ability to adapt to any environment and talk to strangers as if they were lifelong friends. She was that extra jolt of confidence Becca needed, and with her even the last two receptions had been almost enjoyable.
    Geez , just open the doors already . What was she going to do? Turn around and go back home? It was time to put her big girl panties on and stop being such a wimp. She had come this far, and it was already