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A warh her belly The fact that Matteo had seen her work and liked it est job yet She hadn’t told anyone she’dchemotherapy in the same hospital as herpoints in your life could be

She rested back against the pillows

“Yes” came the rich smooth voice “Madison Court wasunusual So, are you available for the next feeeks?”

A quarter of a million dollars That hat he’d offered her

She and her h to cover what the medical insurance didn’t This could be the answer to their prayers This could stop the shadows that were currently residing under her mother’s eyes

The words caer “I’ll see you in an hour”

“Looking forward to it, Ms Gates”

She glanced at the clock again Soht with her The aparteous But in New York there were dozens of interior designers—coh She’d never been near a house in the Hamptons before If that here Matteo Bianchi owned property he e of other contacts

She smiled “Mr Bianchi?”

“Yes, Ms Gates?”

“Howbefore me?”

There was the briefest hesitation “Seven”

She let out a laugh “See you in an hour,” she said as she replaced the phone

Matteo glanced at his watch for the fifth time as he tried not to curse under his breath It seemed that limousines and New York snowstored along an inch at a time Finally, they pulled up outside an aparted fro She was covered in so many layers he couldn’t even see her face The driver opened the door and Phoebe Gates practically rolled into the car alongside him

She pushed back her nu hier than he’d expected—prettier than he’d expected too, with s out around her face

She gave hi all her jackets “I think I ht have overdone it I took one look at the snow and put on just about everything I owned”