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khakis.
    “Oh,
thanks,” Meredith said, obviously gratified. “Gregory says the same thing, but
you never know with your significant other whether they are being honest or
just kind.”
    “No,
no, sweetie,” Suzanne said. “Gregory is most definitely right.”
    Meredith
blushed. “So do you think you’ll be available, if he does ask me?”
    “For
what?”
    “The
wedding? You are an event planner, right?”
    “Oh,
honey, I’m so sorry. I know your wedding would be the most fun to plan,
but I just don’t do weddings.”
    “Why
not?”
    “I
just don’t. It’s a lot of things. The hours, the family drama. Working every
weekend. You know.”
    “But
weddings are so romantic, don’t you think?”
    “Sure.” Of course. What kind of monster doesn’t like weddings? If you don’t like
weddings they take away your Girl Card or something, right? Suzanne looked
closely at the vendor contract, pretending to be confused by something there.
    “I
bet you’re going to be the most beautiful bride when you get married,” Meredith
said, rather dreamily. “I mean, you’re so pretty and always so…put together. I’m
sure your wedding will be flawless.”
    “Well,
I don’t know about that,” Suzanne said. “I actually have never really wanted to
get married.”
    Meredith
seemed shocked. “I thought you had a boyfriend or something?”
    Suzanne
snorted, remembering how she’d slunk out of Rick’s hotel room the other night.
“Not exactly…” She flipped a page she’d already read and pretended to look for
a pen. She desperately wanted to change the subject, but was having trouble
thinking of a work-related question to which it wasn’t obvious she already knew
the answer.
    When
she looked up, however, Meredith was looking at her with an intense sort of
concern. “Suzanne, I’m sorry. I just assumed—I didn’t know.”
    It
was as if she’d just told Meredith she had a terminal illness or something. Her
voice cracked a bit as she answered, “It’s okay.” To her utter surprise, her
eyes were filling with tears. What the hell?
    She
stood and straightened her skirt. “Well, I’d better go check in with Chad
before all those boys start showing up. Can I connect my laptop to the Internet
from the box?”
    “Of
course,” Meredith said with genuine, kind eyes. Suzanne wanted to punch her
just a little bit.
    #
    By
the time Dylan Burke entered the box, the game was in its second inning. The
box was already almost at capacity, because in addition to the twenty-something
friends for which Suzanne had planned, there were about the same number of
attractive young girls she couldn’t believe it hadn’t occurred to her would
also be there. They were slurping down margaritas like water, and the Fat
Matt’s staff had already had to call back to the restaurant for more barbecue.
She was pretty sure she owed that restaurant about a zillion favors by now.
    Dylan
sauntered in with three additional girls in tow, fished a beer from one of the
icy tubs, and made his way directly to Suzanne, reaching out to shake her hand.
Considering she was in the corner of the box farthest from the door, she found
this impressive.
    “It’s
certainly my pleasure, Mr. Burke. How’d you know it was me?” She tried to say
this with an ingratiating, saucy smile, but their first conversation was burned
on her brain and made her too nervous to flirt.
    “I
have my ways,” Dylan said, looking her over, smiling.
    Suzanne
reddened. “I guess I’m the only girl here not dressed for the game.” She had
originally planned to wear a khaki skirt and red cotton blouse with her Braves
cap and cute earrings—standard uniform for events she planned at the stadium.
But considering how she’d gotten off on the wrong foot with Dylan, and on the
off chance Yvette would be in attendance, she decided to play it more
conservatively with a gray pencil skirt, white blouse, and black pumps. No one
was going to add “unprofessional dress” to her list of