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wrestling the hamster to a standstill. Chablis nipped at her ankles in between bursts of shrill barking. Bunny fumbled the hamster’s battery cover open, and a pair of double As fell onto the gray carpet. The cubicle grew silent. Deathly silent. Chablis finally sat, her tiny head cocked to one side.
    The heat of countless eyes burned into the back of Bunny’s head, and her insides twisted. She sucked in a steadying breath.
    “Chablis, darling.” Kitty Worthington’s voice was light with relief. The tiny dog scampered out of Bunny’s line of vision. “Mumsy was so worried.”
    Bunny squeezed her eyes shut. She and her darned box of tricks.
    “Beatrice.”
    Nathan’s voice dripped icicles. So much for creating positive energy.
    Bunny steadied herself, turning to meet his gaze. He held his strong chin high and his brown eyes narrow with disdain. The anxiety in Bunny’s chest threatened to strangle her.
    Nathan gestured to her with a grand sweep of his arm. “Everyone. Meet Beatrice Love. Our newest event planner.”
     

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    One half hour later, Bunny sat next to Nathan in the backseat of a yellow cab. Her stomach churned, flipping with embarrassment and dread. “I want to apologize one more time-”
    “Not necessary,” Nathan interrupted. “Your first apology was sufficient—let alone your sixth. I do have one question, though.”
    “Yes?”
    “Why the hamster?”
    “Creativity, sir.”
    He let out a sigh. “You’ve got to stop calling me sir, and what on earth does a fake hamster have to do with creativity?”
    “Cosmic energy, sir. I mean, Mr. McNulty.” She fought not to squirm in the seat.
    “Cosmic what?” He turned to face her. His rich mocha stare yanked at something deep inside her belly, and her mouth went dry. This could be trouble. She couldn’t afford an attraction to her boss on top of her unforgettable debut today.
    “Cosmic energy,” she repeated.
    He narrowed his eyes, looking at her as though she were certifiably insane.
    “The force of life.” Bunny shrugged slightly. “Surely you’ve heard of it. Haven’t you?”
    “If it’s been covered in the Wall Street Journal , I’ve heard of it.”
    “Well, sometimes I get stuck creatively and a little distraction gets me unstuck.”
    Nathan nodded. “I see.” He turned to face her. The late morning sun cast shadows across the pure male planes of his face, sending a shiver down her spine. “Are there any other creative surprises in your office you’d like to tell me about? And is getting ‘stuck’ something you experience frequently?”
    Warmth fired in Bunny’s cheeks. “No, sir.”
    “Very well.” He turned away from her, glancing out of the cab window to judge their location. “We should be there in a moment.” He returned his focus, serious and intent, to Bunny. “I know you’ve been thrown into The Worthington Cup rather abruptly. Other than the canine cocktail party and the hamster incident, are you comfortable with things so far?”
    “Yes.” She nodded.
    “Please remember how vital it is to appear expert in all you do. I have the utmost confidence in you.” His momentary wince belied his words. “Concerns? Questions? Comments?”
    Bunny tipped her head, wondering just how much honesty he was looking for. “May I be truthful?”
    He frowned, then arched a brow. “Yes.”
    “It’s very gray, Mr. McNulty.”
    “Gray?” A furrow formed between his eyes.
    “Yes.” She nodded slowly, squinting. “Very gray.”
    “What...exactly...is gray, Miss Love?”
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    Nate watched Beatrice’s vibrant blue gaze narrow. What on earth was she talking about now?
    “Everything at McNulty Events,” she answered. “The carpet, the hall, the cubicles.”
    “Offices,” he corrected.
    “It’s seriously lacking creative stimulation.”
    “Creative stimulation?” What did the color of the carpet have to do with stimulation? His fears were correct. She was insane.
    The cab pulled to a stop in front