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steamrolled Michelle into choosing something she didn’t exactly want. “If you really liked the teal better I’ll totally understand and I’ll wear it without saying a word, I promise.”
     
                  “Don’t be silly,” Michelle said affectionately. “I always trust your fashion sense, and I think that you’ll be beautiful in the dress. Maybe you can even wear it other places too, so it doesn’t just hang in your closet after one use.”
     
                  “I definitely think it’s got enough flair to be worn more than once,” Kara agreed enthusiastically. “Did you ever figure out the cake situation?”
     
                  “No,” her friend answered with a worried frown.  “I haven’t.”
     
                  There was only one bakery in Greenville and the owner had been having some health trouble. She had sent Michelle her regrets earlier in the month and told her that there was no way she would be able to keep up with her workload and do the cake. Michelle’s mother wasn’t up to the task of creating a wedding cake and Michelle didn’t want to burden Mrs. Turner with the idea so she was more than a little stressed about finding something in time.
     
                  “Well,” Kara said, injecting cheerful confidence into her voice as she patted Michelle’s shoulder. “We’ll think of something, don’t worry!”
     
                  “I’m sure we will,” Michelle said, cheered by Kara’s tone. “Everything else is going so well, how could we not?”
     
                  “That’s the spirit!” Kara said brightly.

Chapter Four              
     
                  Kara was a little nervous when she walked into the office building the following Monday, but she didn’t see any tall, dark, coffee drinkers. Maybe he had been a client. If he was, she would probably hear all about it from her boss.
     
                  She and Ms. Watson got along a lot better after her trouble with Jeff, but that didn’t mean she could get away with running around and knocking coffee cups out of the hands of clients. Oh, she hoped he worked there and she somehow managed to avoid him for the entirety of their mutual careers.
     
                  Since she was hoping to avoid him, of course she ran into him on the stairs. Not literally this time, thank God, but it was close.
     
                  “Excuse me,” he began, but then recognition dawned on his clean cut features. “You’re the woman from Friday afternoon!”
     
                  “Guilty as charged,” Kara acknowledged as she held her hand out. “Kara Steward. I’m the marketing VP’s assistant.”
     
                  “Nice to meet you, Ms. Steward,” he said formally as he gave her a firm but gentle handshake. “My name is Thomas Campbell. I’m the new accountant.”
     
    “I thought you looked like the accountant type,” Kara said as they walked up the stairs. “I was really hoping you weren’t a client. I’d never hear the end of it from my boss if I’d nearly knocked a client flat.”
     
                  “It seems that only my coffee was in serious danger,” he said jokingly with a faint smile.
     
                  She was surprised to see a flicker of humor in his caramel eyes. Her lips quirked upward in response and the twinkle of laughter on his face turned into a grin. He had a wonderful smile. It was full and real and it showed a dimple in his cheek that she hadn’t realized was there. She was surprised at the flutter she felt in the pit of her stomach. She’d never felt that for anything less than a guy with a bike or one or more tattoos. Kara pressed her hand to her belly and caught her breath.
     
                  “Are you all right?” he asked, concern showing on his face at the small