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first date."
    "That's true. I'm being stupid, aren't I?"
    "You are. But I'm you're sister, and I will stand by you no matter what you decide. I'll even drive the getaway car if you can't make it down the aisle at the last minute."
    "Mom would die if I ran out on my wedding."
    "That's very true, but it's your life, not hers."
    Laurel met her gaze. "You're a good sister—horrible at being a maid of honor, but really good at everything else."
    "I'll do better," she promised. "So the wedding is still on?"
    Laurel nodded. "It's on."
    "Great. I need to take a shower, so…"
    "I'm going. I have a bunch of errands to run. I have to find a new wedding photographer."
    "Why? I thought all those plans were made."
    "The one I had signed up is now pregnant and suffering horrendous morning sickness. Mom doesn’t want to take a chance that she might not feel well the day of my wedding."
    "I guess I see her point."
    "Kate has been trying to get me a sub from her list of photographers, but everyone is booked so close to the date. I talked to Liz, and she has a few photographers she's worked with at her P.R. agency, so she set up some meetings for me today."
    Kate was not only a bridesmaid but also Laurel's official wedding planner. Still, Andrea felt a twinge of guilt that Laurel had had to turn to not only Kate but also Liz for help. Liz was one of the bridesmaids, but she wasn't the maid of honor. "I could probably ask the guy who shoots for the magazine. He might have some contacts who do weddings."
    "I may take you up on that," Laurel replied as she got to her feet. "But let me see what happens today."
    "Okay," she said, following her sister to the door. "How is Liz doing? I haven't spoken to her in a few weeks. I know her dad hasn't been well."
    "Unfortunately, he's still not well. Liz is trying to take over his responsibilities at the firm, but it's a lot of work, and I guess her father's partners are giving her crap. They're figuring that her dad will be out soon, and they'd just as soon get her out, too."
    "But Liz's dad founded that company."
    "He had some sort of falling out with his partners. Liz is caught in the middle. Her dad wants her to take over his part of the partnership, but the other men don't want that."
    "That sounds horrible." She made a mental note to call Liz later and catch up.
    Laurel paused at the door. "I know you're going to do whatever you want, Andrea, but I just have to say one thing…"
    "What's that?" she asked warily.
    "It wouldn't kill you to give Alex Donovan a chance to be something more than an interview subject, Andrea."
    "Alex doesn't want that chance. He just wants me to write a fluff piece about his life, and I have no intention of doing that. I need to make this story good. My job is kind of on the line."
    "Really?" Laurel asked in surprise. "But you always work so hard."
    "Unfortunately, I haven't had a lot of results to show for that work. But I have a cover story now, and I'm going to make the most of it. I'm going to find out who Alex Donovan really is, whatever it takes."
    "Maybe the real Alex Donovan will be even more interesting than the one the rest of the world knows."
    "I would love to be that lucky."
     
     
    * * *
     
    An hour later, Andrea rang the doorbell to Alex's impressive Victorian mansion in Pacific Heights. It was a far cry from her small one-bedroom apartment in the Sunset, but she didn't care. While she liked money as much as anyone else, she was more interested in doing something that would influence people and the way they thought about the world, not that this piece would do anything more than raise the blood pressure of American women everywhere.
    With a sigh, she pushed the button again.
    Alex opened the door with a cheerful smile. He wore tan slacks and short-sleeved cream-colored polo shirt. He looked just as good in casual attire as he had in the suit he'd had on the night before.
    "You're right on time," he said.
    "As ordered."
    "Come in." He held the door open for