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pelican from Jon LuVre— all three scheduled for delivery to the firehouse before the fundraiser deadline — she’d never know. But the way Drake moved the world favorably in her direction with a phone call or two was nothing short of astonishing.  
    She made her way to the children’s wing and spent an informative and highly interesting hour with Mr. LuVre.  
      After wrapping up the meeting, Vania walked with him to the second floor landing, which led from the children’s wing to the downstairs lobby.   When they stopped, she placed her hand on the bannister of the curving glass staircase. “Thanks for meeting me, Jon.   I appreciate you working the fundraiser in on such short notice.” She shook her head. “After seeing the sculptures here at the hospital, though, I don’t know how you’re going to pull it off in a week.”
    “Like I said, I’m scaling down the original sizes to speed delivery. And, uh, it’s hard to turn down what Drake Easton threw at me.   So I’ll put off other awaiting clients for the time being and hire all the help I need.”
    Vania bit back her curiosity, wouldn’t be rude by asking how much it took to make all of that happen. “Drake wants the fundraiser to work.” Anytime an Easton wanted something, he took it. “For Avery especially.”
    “Vania.” Jon lifted her hand to his mouth in old world charm. “Your fundraiser will work. You have nothing to worry about.”
    “I’m looking forward to the help.”
    “Vania?”
    “Dr. Murphy?”
    Jon gave her hand an affectionate squeeze and excused himself, only leaving after she’d promised to come by his studio and check out his paintings one day soon.  
    “I thought that was you.” Dr. Murphy gave her a peck on the cheek, and then glanced around. “Was Matt called in or just working late at the office?”
    Vania’s head snapped up, clearly able to see the fourth floor landing where Matt and three other surgeons shared an office. Goosebumps erupted on her skin. “He was called to the emergency room.”  
    Dr. Murphy balanced on his heels for a second, stretching his back. “I’ve been in emergency for the past six hours.” He swung his arms around, knocking out the kinks. “Matt’s not in tonight.” Then his face tightened as he tried to bail out his friend. “I mean —"
    She waved a casual hand, though her heart started pounding in her chest. “I must’ve heard wrong, terrible cellphone connection.”
    He mock shuddered. “The horrors of cellphone connections.”
    “Have you seen Jon LuVre’s artwork?” She deftly changed the subject. “He’s amazing.”
    “Only what he’s done for the hospital.” Dr. Murphy looked relieved, probably thinking she was the ignorant fiancée. So what? Let him think whatever he wanted. “LuVre draws a crowd, that’s for sure.”
    “Our upcoming fundraiser has the crowd.” Her stomach twisted as her mind whirled through the endless possibilities of why Matt had lied. “We need the artwork.” With a perfunctory glance at her watch, she said, “Early day tomorrow.” She started down the steps. “I’d better get home. Goodnight.”
    “Good to see you again, Vania.”
    She stopped halfway down the stairs and waited for Dr. Murphy to turn the corner. When she spotted an all clear, Vania made her way to the elevators. Within the empty car, her hand shook when she punched button number four.
    “What’s going on, Matt?” she whispered as the elevator shot upward.
    After she stepped from the elevator to the corridor leading to Matt’s office, her phone rang. She pulled it from the pocket stitched to the side of her purse.  
    Crap!  
    D. Easton was calling.  
    He probably phoned to check in on her meeting with Jon. Vania blew out a breath, her thumb hovering over the screen for several seconds. No, Drake would have to wait. She turned off her phone and put it away
    Vania picked up her steps, walking through the darkened corridor, save for a few flickering exit