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still settling. Currently, it’s just Dakota and me. We had more people working in the summer, but they were mostly up at the camp. I wanted room to expand.”
    â€œApparently. It’s nice. I would have expected a few football posters on the wall.”
    â€œThey’re not unpacked yet.”
    â€œWhen you do get them out, they’ll add plenty of color.”
    He motioned to a square folding table in the corner.
    Once they were seated on the plain chairs, she withdrew a file folder from her bag and set it on the table. She was aware of him sitting close to her but was willing to pretend she wasn’t. One crisis at a time, she told herself.
    â€œIn case you haven’t heard,” she began, “Fool’s Gold is the festival capital of California. We have a major event every single month. By major I mean we draw in over five thousand people and we fill at least fifty percent of the hotel rooms. The result is a nice influx of cash for our city.”
    She paused. “Do you want this level of detail?”
    â€œSure. Information is never bad.”
    She thought about some of the very tedious city council meetings she’d sat through—especially the budget ones—and knew he was wrong. But she kept that thought to herself.
    â€œCurrently tourism is our largest source of income and employment. We’re working to change that. In addition to the existing hospital, we’ll soon have a new facility that will include a trauma center. We also have the university campus. Those three sectors provide a lot of employment, but in this town, service jobs rule. One of the long-term goals of the city is to bring in more high-paying manufacturing jobs, so we’re not constantly exchanging the same tired dollar, week after week. Butuntil that happens, the festivals bring us both jobs and money.”
    She opened the folder she’d brought. “In addition to the major festivals, we have smaller events that draw a regional crowd. No ‘heads in beds,’ as the chamber of commerce likes to say. As in no one spends the night. That’s less money for the town, but also less work.”
    Raoul took the list of festivals and scanned them. She’d marked the ones that would get the most family interest.
    â€œIf we can come up with a good angle, say a famous football player headlines the right event, we can draw some media attention,” she said. “I’m guessing we can get TV here based on your celebrity, but it would be nice if we could find a good tie-in and maybe get on one of the morning shows.”
    â€œBringing money to the town and donations and sponsorship to the camp?” he asked.
    â€œExactly.”
    This was good. Focusing on work helped her stay calm. Because if she thought about that morning…
    Without warning, the trembling began again. Her chest got tight and she had to consciously deepen her breathing.
    Raoul glanced at her over the papers. “You okay?”
    She nodded because speaking seemed iffy at best.
    He dropped the sheets. “What’s going on?”
    â€œCould I have some water?” she managed.
    He stood and crossed to a small refrigerator. After collecting a bottle, he returned to the table and handed it to her.
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œWhat’s going on?” he asked again as he settledacross from her. He took her free hand in his and lightly pressed his fingers to the inside of her wrist.
    The contact was light, yet warm. She felt something. A little tingly sensation. Right. Because she had time for that now.
    â€œYour pulse is way too fast,” he announced. “You’re upset about something.”
    The tingling disappeared. She snatched back her hand and opened the water.
    â€œI’m fine. It’s nothing.”
    He didn’t look convinced. “Is it about the embryos?”
    She closed her eyes and nodded. “I went to see them this morning.”
    â€œHow?”
    â€œI drove