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CHAPTER ONE
It was Saturday night at the Tune-In Café and the only person inside its dingy walls asn’t drunk was seriously starting to wish that she were
Unless you’d had a couple of beers too hter and the sharp stench of whiskey Add in the 1950s décor and the sticky wooden floor and the only thing Eht quickly, Emily Madison—wanted was to Tune Out
Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option
Eers flew over the yellowed keys of a battered upright piano
She worked here
There wasn’t a way in hell she’d have been in the place otherwise She was the entertainh Sundays and soet her head around that fact How could she when she’d coo so she could become a world-class curator at a world-class ious art gallery?
A that she’d never stopped to consider that the New York art world had not been holding its breath, just waiting for a twenty-four-year-old Texan with a degree in Mayan pottery
Talk about planning ahead…
“Right,” Eement of yet another cheesiest possible tune
Planning was the proble In a family of planners, she was the one ould just sort of let life pick her up and carry her along
The rest of theanized
Her father, four-star General John Haed El Sueño, the family ranch; Caleb, who headed an elite law firic as a financial investor Even her sisters were on the path to success, Jaiious international firm, Lissa as a Hollywood chef
The only Wilde who lay awake nights trying to figure out where she was headed, how she was going to get there and, toughest of all, how she was going to pay the bills en route was the youngest
“Me,” Emily mumbled
Except, of course, nobody in New York knew she was a Wilde
Eo She’d done it in desperation after she’d realized that, for the first tiainst her
In retrospect, she shouldn’t have been shocked to discover that in some circles, even in the East, the name ell-known What was a shocker was that people would assume she was some kind of dilettante who didn’t really need a job that paid a living wage…
And ith her tonight? All of this was ancient history Why was she reliving it?