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endings quivering with excitement at the prospect of the new job. Fear for her apartment continued to simmer in her belly, even though Tilly had done her best to convince her otherwise.
    She gathered a few of her beloved items from her work area, snuggling them safely into a small box. Glancing around her soothing apartment, she realized working in an office would be a horrible shock to her system. Especially spending each day within the gray confines of McNulty Events. Bunny plucked two more knickknacks from her desk, adding them to the growing collection.
    She might be forced to join the ranks of corporate America, but she most certainly would not do so without her tricks for ensuring positive energy flow. She sank onto her heels, surveying her props and the lovely violet suit.
    Suddenly her mind flashed on the image of Nathan McNulty’s smoldering gaze. Awareness rippled through her and she reached for one last item from her desk.
    Icy hot breath mints.
    After all, she’d hate to make a bad impression on her first day.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER THREE
    Strains of Barry Manilow filtered into Bunny’s dream. Nathan McNulty wore a brightly colored island print shirt and called Bunny to join him in a quick salsa. Desire pooled hot and heavy in all the right places. She willed her feet to go to him, but couldn’t.
    The tune grew louder and she blinked her eyes open. Even awake, the song continued. She squinted at the digital clock. Five fifteen. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her.
    She slipped from bed, the hardwood floor cold beneath her bare feet as she crossed cautiously toward the bedroom door. Maybe this was one of those dreams within a dream. The kind where you thought you were awake, but you really weren’t.
    Bunny opened the door and peered toward the living room. She blinked. Even through her sleep-blurred vision the identity of the short woman dusting furniture as Manilow crooned Copacabana was unmistakable. Alexandra Love. Her mother.
    Bunny clicked the door shut and thunked her forehead against the bright green wood. She gripped a chunk of her forearm between her thumb and index finger and pinched. Ouch . She cracked open the door, peering toward the living room once more. Still there . What was her mother doing in Philadelphia? Worse. In her apartment?
    She stepped into the middle of the hall, slowly shuffling toward the frenzied activity in the living room. “Alexandra?” Heaven forbid she should call the woman by anything but her name. That had been a rule as long as Bunny could remember. Alexandra had age issues and, although she enjoyed her role as mother to Bunny and her sister, Vicki, she didn’t want the constant reminder the name, Mother , carried with it.
    “Good morning, sweetheart.” Alexandra pulled her into a hug then held her at arm’s length. “Did I wake you?”
    Bunny scowled. “You’re playing Barry Manilow at five o’clock in the morning. What do you think?”
    Her mother frowned. “Stop making that face, dear. What if it freezes like that?”
    Bunny tried to remember her breathing exercises. Surely there must be one for surprise parental appearances while you slept helplessly in the next room. “Where’s Dad?”
    Bunny’s mother clucked her tongue and returned to her dusting. “I left him.”
    Bunny’s heart fell to her toes. “Left him?”
    “In Naples. A woman can only color code the canned goods for so many years before she snaps, dear. I figured I’d come here to find myself.” She gave Bunny a conspiratorial wink. “Just us girls.”
    Oh, goody . The surprise got better and better. Bunny held up a finger. “Be right back.”
    She beat a path for the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her. Okay. Maybe this was one of those really tenacious dreams within a dream where, no matter how hard you tried to wake up, you couldn’t. Bunny twisted on the cold water, waiting until the flow turned her fingers ice cold. She leaned over the sink and splashed her face