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  Ah. A morale booster and an excellent idea. The only thing that surprised her was that someone like Weston Roth had even thought of it.

  She left the building as well and drove around San Diego for a while, reacquainting herself with her childhood town. She drove past Seaport Village, the Horton Plaza, Ocean Beach…Sea World. Her stereo was blasting, her brain racing. Thinking in her old Civic soothed her, as did the sights.

  Eventually, she ended up back at the beach, and got out to walk. Nothing beat the feel of the sand between her toes, the pounding of the waves on the shore. It gave her a warm fuzzy just standing there inhaling the salty summer air. College and traveling had been an adventure, but this was home.

  She wanted to be here. Wanted to show her family what she could do. Misplaced pride? No doubt. And no doubt she’d pay for it, but she was going to do it anyway.

  Sure, things had gotten off to a rocky start, but she was the queen of rocky starts, so that didn’t scare her. And sure, people at the San Diego Mallory—more specifically one person, Wes himself—had doubts about her abilities and weren’t shy about expressing them, but that didn’t scare her either. All her life she’d been underestimated, but she knew how to land on her feet.

  She could do this. And after today, happily swimming in numbers and reports all day, she actually wanted to do well at this job.

  At least for six months.

  Bending to grab up a couple of rocks, she hefted one in her hand and skimmed it over the water. It bounced five, six…seven times. A personal record.

  A personal record…just like this job would be.

  NO FAMILY had such torturous family dinners as the Mallorys did on Monday nights, when personal lives were pried open and dissected for mistakes. When career achievements were heralded…and shoved in everyone’s face.

  Kenna hadn’t been to one of her mother’s family events in years, and she would have been perfectly happy to miss this one, but now that she was back in town, she was expected. And seeing how she was going to make her father’s favorite employee’s life hell on earth by just being herself, she felt generous.

  Not that she didn’t intend to give one hundred percent to the job, because she did. She was going to blow everyone’s socks off with her plans and ideas.

  Still refreshed from her walk on the beach, she walked into the Encinitas family mausoleum. Home for the next six months.

  They were all in the dining room, a room fit for royalty with all its pomp and splendor, and as she headed there, she automatically slowed down, remembering the days of her childhood.

  Don’t run, Kenna.

  Don’t be so wild, Kenna.

  Slow down, Kenna.

  For God’s sake, do you always have to be so exuberant, Kenna?

  Why can’t you just fit in, Kenna? Okay, no one had really ever asked her that, but she’d heard it just the same. The long traditionally-set table was full of family heirlooms. Over fancy china and crystal, her cousin Serena zinged a set of mental daggers her way. Once upon a time, they’d played with dolls together. Fought over the middle-school football jocks. Smirked over each other’s prom dresses.

  Being the same age had given them years and years to cultivate their differences, namely that Serena was the perfect Mallory, and Kenna was the wild, unfavorable one. Surprisingly, in recent years, there had been no dissent between them at all. After all, Serena had what she wanted, a job at Mallory Enterprises, and Kenna, the family black sheep, had posed no threat.

  Yet now that black sheep had come home, stepped right over Serena on the career ladder, and for that Kenna was actually sorry, even while knowing that if Serena had really been good enough, she’d have Kenna’s job by now and her father would never have bothered to call her.

  Stepping all the way into the room, she smiled and waved.

  Her aunt Regina and uncle Stephan were seated across from Serena, with Kenna’s parents at either end of the table like bookends. Everyone was looking at her as if she was something the cat had dragged in.

  Except for her mother, of course, who wore the perpetual worried-mother frown. She’d spent years giving Kenna just that exact look.

  Oh, joy. Festive evening ahead.

  “Hey, gang,” she said cheerily, testing the welcome waters.

  She got a few muted hellos.

  And it occurred to her, right then and there, that to preserve her sanity she was going to need her own space, pronto. Her Santa Barbara apartment was out, she couldn’t make the three-and-a-half-hour commute twice a day. But unfortunately, until she actually learned what her salary was and received a paycheck, she was a tad stuck.

  No worries though, from her early days of attending college without a trust fund, Kenna had become an expert at micro-managing and budgeting. She’d figure it out. “So…” Kenna plopped herself down and grabbed a fork. “How is everyone?”

  Her father would have spoken—probably to blast her for the “honey I’m home” comment at work, but her mother cocked her head and gave him the quelling, calm look. Her mother was always calm, which Kenna supposed was a good trait for a surgeon.

  “Sorry I missed you today, Dad. Lots to do.”

  “Really? Like what?”

  “Well, I read up on the renovations, for one.”

  “Ah, yes. We’re just now in the last phase.”

  “I know. I have to say, I’m not that impressed with the budgeting.”

  Her father blinked. “You…read the budget?”

  “And you actually understood it?” This from Serena.

  Kenna shot her a look, then turned back to her father. “Did you know you’re spending more money on samples and mock-ups than you do on your employee benefits?”

  “Appearances are extremely important, especially when you’re dealing with a service. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. We want this hotel to cater to a certain clientele and—”

  “I know, but—”

  “Kenna.” Serena laughed. “Surely you don’t entertain the notion that you’re going to jump in and change everything, including the foundation of elegance the company was built upon?”

  Her father laughed, so did everyone else.

  Except Kenna. She sat and took a deep breath. Truly, it was amazing her cousin’s nose wasn’t brown.

  “So. What else did you read up on?” In true Mallory style her father continued his prodding into her day.

  Kenna took a big scoop of potatoes. Carbo loading for the evening ahead. “Financials.”

  “She was so busy reading, she never met a soul,” Serena said, and ate her green beans.

  The twig. “I needed to educate myself,” Kenna said. She loved her family, and she was fairly certain they loved her, but sometimes she couldn’t believe they shared DNA. “I don’t like to go mouthing off without the facts.”

  Serena sent a few more daggers Kenna’s way.

  “What do you think of Roth?” her father asked Kenna.

  “Well…” She took a sip of water and tried to formulate a thought that would be politically correct enough. “He’s everything I thought he’d be.” That seemed safe enough. She stabbed at her perfectly prepared rare steak.

  Serena made a choked noise, and when Kenna looked at her, she lifted her chin. “I’m having trouble picturing the two of you working together.”

  “Really?” Kenna eyed her cousin, the perfect Mallory with her Katharine Hepburn beauty and elegant style that came from years of being rich. “Why is that?”

  “Well…” Serena thought about it as she daintily chewed. “Weston and I were together in the Los Angeles Mallory before we were transferred here, so I feel I’m somewhat of an expert on him. He has an incredible work ethic.”

  “And I don’t?”

  “Hey, you’re the one who spent six memorable weeks dabbing drool off old men’s chin in a retirement home.”

  “That was a decent job, Serena.”

  “Sure. You’ve had lots of decent jobs…about one every six months. Look, all I�€