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angling for breakfast.”
    “Awkward.”
    “No shit. What were we supposed to talk about over scrambled eggs and toast, you know? Also, was I actually expected to fucking cook ?”
    Dean laughed. “What are you up to today?”
    “Back to bed for a few hours, then I’m on duty tonight. You?”
    “I have to go in to work this afternoon. I’ve got some clients lined up.”
    “Nice.” Dallas looked at Dean and cocked his head. “So… this chick last night. What’s her story?”
    “Emma?”
    “Yeah, that’s right. Emma. Not your usual type, huh?”
    “I guess not.” He grinned at Dallas, eager to change the subject. “You’re going to like this , I promise you.”
    Dallas sat up straight. “What? What am I going to like?”
    “She’s a personal assistant.”
    Dallas paused. “Uh, yeah? So?”
    “Well, she’s the personal assistant for Olivia Jameson.”
    Dallas’ eyes widened. “Get the fuck out.”
    “No lie, man.”
    “Olivia Jameson.” Dallas blinked. “Does Emma get to go to the bikini photo shoots and hold Olivia’s phone or something?”
    “Yep. She goes to all the photo shoots. She also gets to handle all the shit like hotels and lunch delivery and dry cleaning. She takes care of the woman’s whole life and schedule. Tons of work, sounds like.”
    “Uh-huh. So, you going to see her again?”
    Dean looked at him. “You’re asking for me or because you want her to introduce you to a hot model?”
    “Hey!” Dallas said, indignant. “Both, of course.”
    “Well, you’re out of luck, man. She didn’t leave me a number when she disappeared in the middle of the night.”
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”
    “Now I’ll never meet Olivia Jameson.” Dallas looked devastated. “Never, never. So close, but so far.”
    “You’ll get over it,” Dean said. “As soon as next weekend and one more redhead, I bet.”

Chapter Three
     
    “Acute myeloid leukemia?” Olivia Jameson’s voice was thin. “What is it, exactly, Em?”
    Emma swallowed hard. “It’s – it’s bad, Liv.”
    “How bad?” Jennifer Sawyer asked. “What are we talking about here?”
    Emma looked around at her friends. All three of them were pale with shock but calm and supportive. She knew she wasn’t alone in this.
    She picked up a small pile of folders. “I printed out everything you’ll need to know… this material will tell you more than I can.”
    Katherine Lawrence managed a grin. “Leave it to you, to prepare instructional and informational materials for us.” She took the folder. “Is it all color-coded, too?”
    Emma feigned indignation. “Of course!”
    Kat shook her head; her shoulder-length hair was platinum blonde this week and it moved around her face like a wave. “Yeah, figures.”
    The women flipped the folders open and glanced through the contents. Liv’s round brown eyes got wider and wider as she read the symptoms. She looked up at Emma.
    “So this is why you’ve been feeling short of breath?”
    “Yeah.” Emma added milk to her coffee. “AML also explains my dizzy spells and being cold all the time.”
    Jenny set down the folder and brushed her long blonde hair back. “OK, Em. Give it to us straight, alright? How bad is bad?”
    Emma sighed. She had asked her friends over to her place that morning after seeing that she had missed twenty-four calls from the day before. She knew they were panicked as hell about her not being in touch, and they had appeared at her front door within an hour of her calls. They’d do whatever she needed and wanted. The problem was that she had no idea what that might be.
    “OK. In a nutshell, here it is: acute myeloid leukemia pushes out normal blood-making cells in bone marrow and replaces them with leukemia cells. Pretty much everything I’ve been experiencing lately – exhaustion, weight-loss, those weird fevers, all my bruising – is because the cancer has crowded out my healthy blood cells and taken over.”
    “Red cells?