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together. I’m a little afraid of how desperate I am to do them again. But only with him.
    “I’ve never seen you blush before,” Miri teases as the heat rises up my cheeks. “You really must have had one hell of a night.”
    “What can I say? I was rather deprived in my teens and early twenties. I have a lot of lost time to make up for.” We rise from the table in the staff break room, throw out our garbage, and refill our water bottles before heading down the hallway to our offices.
    “Are you doing anything exciting this afternoon?” I ask.
    “I am. We just received the items on loan from the Smithsonian for the prehistoric giant snake exhibit. I have to go to the storage area and start inspecting and documenting everything. I’ll be knee deep in photos and condition reports for days.”
    I lean against the wall to adjust the ankle strap on my heels. “That reminds me. I was thinking we should do a special members-only preview of the exhibit. It could really jump start our fundraising efforts this season. Scoring that exhibit was such a coup; we need to capitalize on it.”
    Miri furrows her brow and rests her hand against her jaw. “That’s good. Maybe we could stretch it out over a few weeks to find a way to keep the money trickling in.”
    “Maybe a lecture series?” I flip open my planner and start frantically scribbling notes as I talk. “I could arrange for weekly speakers to present? Experts on prehistoric creatures would appeal to everyone.”
    “Perfect. I’ll go through my contacts and see if I have anyone I can send your way.” She grabs a notebook off her desk and then heads for the elevator. “Stay out of trouble this afternoon. And let me know if you hear from Mr. Sexy.“
    “Will do.” I wave and step into my office, closing the door behind me. There’s so much to do this afternoon. I have to call the caterers for the benefit next Tuesday and get the final menu. I need to contact the volunteers for event staffing, and confirm our order with the rental vendor for décor and furnishings. I need to start brainstorming ways to bring in new donors. There aren’t enough hours in the day.
    That doesn’t stop me from taking a moment to stare out the window and daydream about Bayne. And wonder where I went wrong. Can he really not bear to talk to me again? Was being with me that horrible? I set my phone on my desk top and stare at it, willing it to ring. I check the call history and my text messages to make sure I haven’t missed anything.
    Get a hold of yourself. I turn to my laptop and start searching for experts who specialize in prehistoric creatures. I start close to home, with local college professors, researchers, or authors who are within driving distance. It’s way cheaper when I don’t have to fly them out to us and pay for overnight accommodations. I know from experience that most will waive their speaking fees if it’s for a good cause. The more money we save, the more money we net.
    “Why won’t you call me?” I slap the top of my desk in frustration. I have a million things to do, but I can’t stop looking at my phone. It sits there and taunts me with its cold dark screen. I don’t know who I’m more upset with. I was a fool for expecting too much. But he’s a fool for trying so little. If he’d only ask, I’d give him everything he could ever dream of. A partner. A friend. A lover. A true equal.
    My office phone rings, and it startles me out of my reverie. I lift the receiver to my ear.
    “Hey, Caroline. This is Mark from Heartland Catering. We have to talk about your menu. I know you wanted to go with the duck breast entrée, but we’re having supplier issues, and we need an alternative.”
    “Of course, Mark. Not a big deal. Let’s get something figured out.” I hang up ten minutes later and feel like I’ve accomplished something for the first time today. One crisis averted. If only I could do the same with my personal life.
    The rest of the afternoon is