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mark off these men?”
    “The first one gambles, the second is snorting his inheritance up his nose, the third doesn't prefer women. Ivan would never allow the fourth, because his father was once Ivan's rival. The fifth is getting out of rehab for the third time.”
    Miss Collins gave a thoughtful sigh. “Why the question mark beside Jason Page?”
    “Gut feeling,” he said. “Rumor. Where there's smoke…”
    Miss Collins gave him a look of disbelief. “I'm supposed to eliminate a candidate because of your gut feeling or an unsubstantiated rumor? You'll have to do better than that.”
    Michael shrugged. “When something doesn't smell right to me, it's usually rotten under the surface. You should trust me on this.”
    “Trust you,” she repeated, as if the concept was completely foreign to her. “I think it would be best if we stick to facts.”
    Her attitude got under his skin. Who was she to call his integrity into question? “I'm not crazy about this arrangement, but the job will be easier if we cooperate with each other.”
    “I agree,” she said. “But you need to understand that I'm not going to roll over on a prospect just because you have an unexplained case of indigestion. You do your job and I'll do mine, and we'll get along just fine.”
    He heard the barest trace of an accent in her voice as she left him catching a whiff of her soft, elusive scent. Some kind of soap, he decided, because it wasn't strong enough to be a perfume. Fresh and clean with a hint of something darker, almost sensual. Sensual? He snorted at the impossibility. With the tight bun and cold attitude, Miss Collins was clearly a man-hater. She was probably the kind who would cut off a guy's genitals in his sleep. But the accent niggled at him. He narrowed his eyes. He couldn't quite put his finger on that trace of an accent, but it definitely wasn't Pennsylvania.
    Two days later, Katie stood next to a marble column in the shadows at the Rogers’ elaborate poolside cocktail party. Lily pads floated in the pool, citronella candles ensconced in decorative holders warded off encroaching mosquitoes, liquor and champagne flowed freely, and tables covered with crisp white cloths groaned under the weight of hors d'oeuvres, desserts, and ice sculptures of swans.
    Katie didn't really care about the decor or the food. She was much more interested in the fact that Jason Page had given Wilhemina his undivided attention for the last thirty minutes. Katie felt a sliver of hope. Even if Jason didn't work out, his attentiveness gave Katie a reason to believe that finding a husband for Wilhemina might not be so impossible after all.
    If only she'd been able to talk her out of the red hat.
    “You might want to see if you can coax Wilhemina into talking with another prospect. I still don't feel good about Jason Page,” Michael said in a low voice as he joined her.
    Katie felt her stomach give a quick twist. She didn't want Michael to be right. “Any additional facts on Jason?” she asked.
    He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the column. “Not yet, but my gut hasn't steered me wrong.”
    “I'll address your concerns when you have facts,” Katie said, continuing to watch over Wilhemina. “She looks pleased and almost at ease. I'm not going to interrupt them just because you have some feelings you can't back up with facts.”
    “Don't say I didn't warn you. You couldn't talk her out of the hat?”
    Katie stifled a sigh. “I tried, but she's very attached to the collection. I think it's like always having someone with her who loves her. This one was given to her by her second stepmother. At least it's smaller.”
    “It looks like she could carry water in it,” Michael muttered.
    Katie frowned. Michael's evaluation might be true, but he didn't have to say it. “But the black suit with the trendy flower pin looks wonderful on her. Jason obviously agrees,” she said, hoping that would silence Michael. The man had been like an