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“That’s what my mother does, and it never leads to anything but disaster.” Certainly not the fairytale wedding Gigi kept hoping for.
    â€œPeople have been marrying the boss for centuries. There doesn’t have to be anything wrong with that.”
    â€œRight. When the two people are actually in love.” She realized her fingers had slid through his until they were twined together. She pulled her hands free and wrapped them over the arms of the chair. “And, like I said, throwing money on the situation doesn’t solve the ultimate problem.”
    â€œThen we’ll get your mother into counseling. For as long as it takes. Even after our arrangement is ended.”
    She pressed her fingers harder into the upholstery to keep them from trembling. “She’ll refuse. She always does.”
    â€œWe’ll make sure she doesn’t. We’ll find a way.”
    â€œWe?”
    He covered her hands with his. “Yeah, we.”
    Her heart was climbing in her chest. She felt light-headed. She hadn’t had any support where her mother was concerned since her father walked out the door and never came back.
    It had been just her.
    Drew was watching her with that steady gaze and his voice, so quietly assured, was ringing in her head.
    We.
    The lure of that word alone seemed impossible to resist. “Okay,” she whispered and felt a shudder work down her spine.
    His gaze sharpened. “You’ll marry me?”
    She swallowed hard and had to clear her throat. “Yes.”
    His smile was sudden and nearly blinding. “I’ve always said you are the perfect assistant!” He straightened and leaned over her, pressing a fast kiss to her forehead before turning away. “This is going to workout perfectly,” he was saying as he strode back into his office. “You’ll come with me to Red Rock. We’ll announce it there.”
    Deanna could hear his raised voice. Could understand his words even.
    But she couldn’t do much of anything but stare at her tidy desk across from her and feel the imprint of his lips as if they were still grazing her skin.
    â€œDee, how fast can you pack?”
    She scrubbed her hands down her cheeks, attempting to drag her utterly rattled self back together. “C-couldn’t you just tell your dad about us? I’d feel like I’m intruding if I go with you to Texas.”
    He reappeared in his doorway. The ball cap was back on his head—backward—and the dimple was back in his cheek.
    He was also holding up a bottle of champagne that had been delivered that afternoon from one of his clients.
    â€œI’m pretty sure my fiancée would be welcome at a family event,” he said drily. “More than that, she’ll be expected.” He waved the end of the bottle in front of her. “Call the pilot again. Tell him we’ll be an hour later than I planned.”
    Deanna felt a ridiculous surge of laughter. Or maybe it was simply that she was on the verge of hysteria.
    Had she really agreed to marry him?
    â€œI already built in an hour cushion when I rescheduled your flight the last time I talked to him,” she admitted.
    His eyebrows shot up. “Sounds like you were handling me.” Then he grinned again. “Well done.”
    She managed a weak smile.
    â€œCome on. We’ll pop open this baby and celebrate.Get a few glasses, would you?” He went back into his office. “And you should let your girlfriends know you won’t be making it to the spa after all.”
    She very nearly slapped her hand against her forehead. She’d completely forgotten about her friends. She pulled out her cell phone and turned it on again. Ignoring the little indicator that told her she had messages waiting, she quickly called Susan, the one who’d arranged the weekend, and left her own message when her friend didn’t answer.
    And then, holding the phone, she debated whether to call