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    It had been a month since her horrific flights to the Beehive State. Also a month since she’d met, dined with, and kissed Drake Rhine. Her lips tingled as they always did when she thought of him, as if it had just been yesterday. The night and the moment were both so private to her she hadn’t even shared with Brigitte. “Good. Very good. I got to spend an hour picking Josh Clarke’s brain about successes and failures of running a center. As well as the most efficient way to raise money for it.”
    “Ask your father.”
    Shaking her head, she laughed. “Oh, no, Dad. You can’t raise Samson and I to fend for ourselves then toss your money out as a solution.”
    “Only to you. And if you don’t tell your brother or mother all will be well.”
    After she crossed her legs, she leaned back in the hard chair. “You’re incorrigible. I’ll pull the resources together to get what is needed here.”
    “See.” He smacked his knee. “That is why I don’t feel bad wanting to back you financially. You have deep-rooted work ethic. Samson…” His words drifted away as he shook his head.
    “He’s Mom’s son.”
    His gaze met hers. “And you’re my daughter through and through.”
    Warmth spread inside of her at her father’s praise and brought an easy smile to her lips. She resembled her mother, but that was the only thing she and Lola had alike.
    “Since you won’t let me ‘throw my money at you’, as you put it, how about you at least agree to allow me to hold a fundraiser drive for your center? Take open donations as well as set up a silent auction.”
    She folded her arms and looked at her father suspicious. “I don’t know. The last time I agreed to that I saw your list of guests and it consisted of all your business and fuel cronies so I made you cancel it.”
    He chuckled, deep as he head angled back. “I remember.” Holding his hands up in surrender, he vowed, “I promise this time it will be a mixed group with food, drinks, and dancing. A laid-back event.”
    Raising an eyebrow, she still refused to give in so easy. “I want people from this community and similar. Those who spent their youth in places like this. If you do that and keep it nice but low key, especially with the venue, then I will allow you to toss in a few of your associates…for big donations of course.”
    Her father’s eyes twinkled. “Of course.” He patted her knee. “Give me about a couple months to have DrewAnn put it together.”
    DrewAnn was more than just his secretary. She was an older woman who had come from a lower middle class background and worked her way up from secretary to CEO office manager. Kiera liked the woman a lot.
    “Thanks, Dad, for the help.” Leaning into him, she grazed his cheek with her lips. She rose, knowing his time was limited.
    “Anytime.” He stood with her. “There was one other thing I wanted to talk with you about.”
    “Oh?”
    He cleared his throat.
    That was an odd gesture for her father. He was always sure about everything he said.
    “There’s this man I’d like to invite to dinner at the house for you to mee—”
    “Not you too.” She groaned and stepped away as she moved toward the door. “I just told Mother that I was done being fixed up by the two of you. Pretentious assholes are not my thing. Pardon my language.” She never cursed around her parents, even as an adult, but she really was sick and tired of the men her mother always shoved her direction.
    Her father followed her steps. “Kiera, just hear me ou—”
    “Nope.” Looping her arms through his, she gave him a tug, then headed toward the exit of the center. It was quiet, with all the kids out with the staff on a field trip to the Asheboro Zoo that afternoon. The only other people there were her two cleaning employees. “I love you and Mother, but I don’t need your matchmaking skills. Really, this isn’t a good time for me to be dating. This place takes up all of my focus.”
    Now standing