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snatched the latte and her credit card from Tabitha’s hand with a quick "thanks, love," and she was gone.
     
    "Well, you look like you've just had a blast," she laughed, coming in and dropping into the chair Christina had just left.
     
    "I feel like I've been hit by a blast," Cameron muttered, pulling herself together. "That bimbo just said the wedding is in two weeks! How can I plan a 'weddin' fit for a star' in two weeks?!"
     
    "Pull out the plans from the first wedding and fancy them up a bit more," Tabitha laughed. "She didn't care back then either, she probably wouldn't even notice now."
     
    "The newspapers will," Cameron said. "No, it has to be original. And Tab, I know she's awful to you, but please, will you help me?"
     
    "You know I will," Tabitha giggled. "We're going to skip the 'fit for a star' part, and give her a wedding fit for a queen. Maybe then she won't be able to afford to get married again for a while."
     
    "Please, she'd just snag another billionaire."
     
    "Like McMillan," Tabitha grumbled. "Some girls have all the luck."
     
    "Luck has nothing to do with it," Cameron laughed, pulling out her contact notebook and starting a list of numbers to call. "Jeez, and people wonder why I don't get married."
     
    ***
     
    "I can't believe you're telling me this," Drew whispered, dropping his head to rest his face in his hands.
     
    "Well, I'm not saying that you shouldn't do it, Drew. I'm just saying you really want to think first. Make sure this is what you want. That she's what you want. I just want you to be careful."
     
    "I'm almost thirty, and I'm just walking into marriage for my first and hopefully only time," he answered, his voice rising slightly, taking on the gruff tone of frustration. "This isn't something I've taken lightly."
     
    He spread his hands, his eyes wide, his expression hurt. Sighing, he twisted, watching a breeze flick through the budding limbs of a tree outside the window. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Be careful," she'd said. "Think first." He'd thought she liked Cass, he'd thought that she was happy for him. Was she now showing him otherwise? Would she try to talk him out of marrying Cass?
     
    "I know, Drew. I know you've thought about it well; you've never been one to make decisions lightly. It's just ... you're my little brother, and I like Cass. I just don't want to see anything happen to either of you, I don't want you to get hurt."
     
    "Get hurt?" His gaze left the window, hurt showing on his face for an instant, before he quickly turned away again.
     
    "Well," Cameron said cautiously. "I know you've been through stuff, especially lately, and that she's been through stuff too. I don't pretend to know everything Drew --"
     
    "Don't you," he interrupted. "Aren't you?"
     
    Ignoring the barb, Cameron took a deep breath and ploughed on. "I don't pretend to know everything, but my world is in weddings; it's in marriage. And I don't want to plan any more weddings for you, or for Cass. Please, Drew, I'm not trying to overstep anything, but I love you and I want to know you're okay. With you and Cass both fresh out of therapy, you're both in vulnerable places, and --"
     
    "We're not out of therapy." Drew smirked, watching his sister's mouth fall open, her dark eyes going wide with surprise. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, neatly closing her mouth and he watched her throat work as she swallowed.
     
    "You're not?" she asked.
     
    "Nope. We've switched though; we don't see Mac anymore. He referred us to a colleague of his, someone who does marital counseling. Cass and I are going preemptively, trying to set ourselves up for something solid. We're aware that we've only known each other a short time, and we admit we spent much of that time apart. But we're committed to making it work, making sure we know each other well and that our connection is a good one. I love you Cameron, and I'm glad you're looking out for me. But I'm not some young dumb kid