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“Nothing. I didn’t say a thing.”
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    Bunny frowned at Nathan’s back. She’d heard something, but the man seemed far too polished and smooth to mumble. He seemed perfect, actually. From the back of his hair, to the cut of his suit, to the fit of his pants. The man was, well, perfect.
    Every nerve ending in Bunny’s body kicked into overdrive. Focus , she silently chastised herself. Focus .
    She cast a quick glance at her clunky shoes, managing only to stub her toe on the gray carpet, stumbling headlong toward Nathan’s perfect back. She righted herself seconds before her nose would have connected with his perfect behind, then concentrated on calming her breathing.
    “You’re going to meet Kitty Worthington.” Nathan stopped just short of a pair of closed doors. “Mrs. Worthington is a local powerhouse. Her family has sponsored The Worthington Cup for years.” He arched a dark brow. “Are you familiar with it?”
    Bunny shook her head. “I’m afraid not. Is it a boat race?”
    Nathan’s perfect features winced. “No. A dog show. A very old, very prestigious, very important dog show.”
    “And McNulty Events is handling the details?”
    “Precisely.” Nathan reached for the doorknob. “More specifically, you and I are handling the details. Together.”
    Bunny swallowed down the lump in her throat. “Yes, sir.”
    “We have a lot of work to do quickly.” His expression grew serious and intense. “Mrs. Worthington must not know you’re a novice. Follow my lead, and we’ll be fine.”
    “I’ll do my best, Mr. McNulty.” Bunny fought the tremble that threatened to shake her shoulders. “How soon is the event? Six months? Nine months?”
    Nathan leveled a gaze at her that sent shockwaves to her toes. “Five weeks.”
    “Weeks?” she squeaked.
    He nodded. “We’re going in. Brace yourself.”
    That’s what she thought she’d heard him say before. She swallowed again. Hard.
    Her heartbeat thumped in her ears. Five weeks. Event planning. Dogs. Holy cow . Where were her bunny slippers when she needed them most?
    They were no sooner in the door than a white blur rushed Bunny’s feet. She yipped and grabbed for Nathan’s arm. He grasped her elbow to hold her steady, sending shockwaves of awareness outward from his touch. She could have sworn she heard him mumble again.
    “Beatrice, meet Chablis.”
    The tiny lump of fur wiggled and squirmed at her ankles.
    Bunny’s face warmed with embarrassment at her initial reaction. “Oh, my,” she cooed. “She’s beautiful.” She dropped to her knees, letting the dog lick her face.
    “And this is Kitty Worthington,” Nathan continued, clearing his throat. “The force behind The Worthington Cup.”
    Bunny scrambled to her feet, smoothing her suit front.
    Kitty Worthington looked as though she’d stepped off the page of a safari adventure brochure. Her sage jacket and skirt accentuated the green in her hazel eyes, but were better suited for a stint in the outback than a meeting to discuss a dog show. Short, crisp silver waves framed the woman’s patrician features.
    Oh well, Bunny thought. She’d be the last one to criticize the woman’s fashion sense. If anything, Mrs. Worthington should be commended for cultivating a unique look. Bunny glanced down at the violet suit she’d borrowed. At least Kitty Worthington hadn’t become a slave to fashion in order to blend in.
    Bunny extended her hand and smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    Kitty gave Bunny’s fingers a quick squeeze. A warm smile spread across her face as she nodded. “I can tell you’re the perfect choice to coordinate The Worthington Cup, Miss Love. Look how genuinely Chablis took to you.” She waggled her finger. “My Chablis is a flawless judge of character.”
    At her words Bunny gazed down at the little dog. The ball of fluff sat staring up at her, tiny rump wiggling, miniature paw swatting at Bunny’s pumps.
    “She’s adorable. Is she a Toy?”
    “Teacup,”