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  CAMI REALLY NEEDED pain relief, coffee and a shower, and not necessarily in that order. Then, and only then, could she perk up and be truly ecstatic about her future.

  But she didn’t have time. She actually had a man waiting for her, not an everyday occurrence. Granted, he was her contractor, but he was waiting for her.

  In her bedroom, she managed to pull on a blouse and socks. Then the phone rang. She continued searching for her pants, which had been on the floor the last time she’d checked, mostly because she never had an available hanger. What was that about, anyway? It ranked right up there as one of life’s little mysteries, next to why her keys were never where she’d last put them.

  “Mew.”

  “I know,” Cami said, on her hands and knees now, peering beneath her bed. “You want food. Go tell your new lover boy.”

  Annabel shot her a snooty look as the phone continued to ring.

  “Where’s my Advil? Hello?” she said into the receiver, just as she found her pants, but naturally they had a stain on them. “Oh, damn.”

  “Young lady, what kind of language is that?”

  Perfect. Her mother was half Italian and half Irish. They didn’t come any more bossy, stubborn or domineering than Sara Lynn Anderson, who alternated between attempting to run Cami’s life and praying for her daughter’s soul to keep it safe from the devil.

  “Sorry, Mom. I didn’t know it was you.” Because if she had, she wouldn’t have picked it up.

  “Never mind, darling. Look, I wanted to talk to you.”

  Never mind? Cami had used a swear word and her mother had said never mind? All Cami’s problems vanished as she sank to the bed and clutched the phone.

  Someone had to be sick.

  Dying.

  Or already dead. “What’s the matter?” she demanded, just as bossy, stubborn and domineering as her mother. “Tell me. I can take it.”

  “Nothing.”

  “Mom!”

  “I just have a little favor, that’s all. Can’t a mother call her own daughter for one little favor?”

  Cami was so relieved she let her guard down. A bad mistake with her mother. “Well, of course you can.”

  “I need you to go out with—”

  “Oh, no, you don’t.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know where this was going. “Not another blind date.”

  Her mother had started this when Cami and her sister turned twenty-one and she hadn’t wavered in her single, solitary mission to marry her daughters off in order to get grandchildren.

  “It’s just one little date, Cami. One little favor. Just one little short night out of your life.”

  “Too many littles.”

  Maybe deep, deep down Cami had the same happily-ever-after dream for herself that her mother did, but she wasn’t going to admit it to the woman who had given her more blind dates from hell than any dating service ever could. Plus, truth told, Cami was terrified of finding Mr. Right. She didn’t believe in Mr. Right. “No.”

  “Just because you think you’ve got it all together now that you’ve received your design degree doesn’t mean your future is set.”

  “My future is fine.”

  “Really? Is your laundry done?”

  Cami glanced guiltily at the pile of dirty clothes in the corner behind the door. “What does that have to do with anything!”

  “So it’s not.”

  “No to the date. Double no. Triple no.”

  “Oh, sure.” Her mother’s voice softened as she switched tactics, became vulnerable. Sad. “Turn me down in my time of need. I understand. I only spent twenty-four long, sweaty, torturous hours in labor with you and Dimi, and—”

  “And we nearly killed you,” Cami said in tune with her mother, who was really getting into the story now, and had even mustered tears in her voice. “I know, Mom,” she said, rubbing her forehead and the ache that settled there every time she spoke with her mother. “I remember.” How could she forget when her mother pulled this story out at every turn?

  “I’m going to die soon, you know.”

  “Oh, no, you’re not,” Cami said with a laugh. “You’re going to outlive us all.”

  “You never know.”

  “Mom.”

  “You’d really send me off to heaven, where you know I’m going to run into Aunt Bev and Cici, both of whom had daughters who gave them five grandchildren? Each?”

  “Mom—”

  “All I’m asking for is one little bundle of love to treasure in my final days, one grandchild. But apparently even that’s too much.”

  Cami’s headache increased in pressure so that she could see herself keeling over in nothing but her shirt, socks and panties, with Mr. Sexy Tool Belt the only one around to resuscitate her. “Look, Mom, you know I love you, but—”

  “He’s very handsome, too. I promise.”

  “Who?”

  “Your date! Keep up, Cami. He’s Great-Aunt Lulu’s cousin’s brother-in-law, and she swears by him, which is good enough for me. I hear he makes a wonderful living doing those fancy dub-dub-dub thingies…what are they called again?”

  “Web sites.” Cami let out a soundless sigh, tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. As if divine intervention could help when it came to her mother! No one could help, not even God, not when Sara Lynn Anderson had made up her mind.

  “You sound busy.” Her mother sniffed in that way all mothers have that insures guilt to the tenth degree. “Too busy for me, probably.”

  It was pure bad fortune that Cami happened to have the gene inside her that made it impossible to enjoy herself in life unless everyone around her was happy. Yes, that left her wearing the proverbial doormat on her head that said Take Advantage of Me Because I Can’t Say No, but it happened to look good on her, if she did say so herself. “I’m not too busy for you, Mom, but—”

  “Good, because he’s the catch of the year, and—”

  Cami tuned her out, her attention drawn by a noise coming from the living room. Her master carpenter. Her gorgeous master carpenter.

  The man who hadn’t given her a second look.

  Was she, at twenty-six, losing all appeal? So maybe she carried a few extra pounds, but she hadn’t had time for exercise since…since, well, she hated exercise.

  But even if she had the time, which she didn’t, and even if she worked out seven days a week, which she didn’t, she’d still have too many darn curves.

  So really, all she had going for her was her hair and her own teeth. That had to count for something.

  “Lulu says he loves the Tahoe region and he’s thinking of relocating here permanently, seeing that his stock portfolio is worth more than her retirement fund.”

  Cami hadn’t had a date in…well, forever. Sad state of affairs, really.

  Even sadder was the fact she was sitting here, without pants, actually considering it.

  It was just one night. With a computer geek, which meant he had to be at least semiintelligent. “Mom—”

  “And I bet he has all his hair.”

  “Mom—”

  “Because he’s blond. It’s really hard to pull off a blond toupee.”

  “Mom, stop. I’ll do it.”

  “And he has all his— What? You will? You really will?”

  “Yes, but this is the last time. The real last time. Got that?”

  “Absolutely. Probably.”

  Cami could only sigh. And hope he indeed had all his hair.

  TANNER WAS STILL leaning over the set of plans when his new boss came racing through the back door. Strange, since he would have sworn she was still in the town house, but even stranger, her cat took one look at her and hissed.

  She was already dressed, in a pale green business number that showed a set of legs well worth a double take. There was makeup on her face, and her hair had been taken care of, piled on her head in some artful manner.

  Pretty quick for a female, especially one who looked as she did, all blond and buxomy an