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raking in at least one hundred K per year plus benefits, along with a contract that won’t get terminated if he shatters his other knee.”
    â€œHmm.” Sydney picked up a pen and rolled it between her hands. “Well, that explains what he’s up to here in Toronto.”
    â€œPart of what he’s up to,” Lissandra said, picking up the tickets and handing them to Sydney. “Looks like you’re the other part. What are you wearing?”
    â€œWearing?” Sydney turned to Lissandra. “Don’t be silly. I’m not going.”
    â€œSydney!”
    â€œLissandra, I’m not playing this game with Dub. I’m not going to just show up where he wants me to ’cause he sent me some tickets. Do I look like some desperate groupie? Forget that. Besides, I have to work Sunday night.”
    Lissandra sprang out of her chair and planted herself in the tiny space between Sydney and the desk. “Are you hearing yourself? A brother—a tall, fine, well-employed brother—just sent you four hundred dollars worth of merchandise and your excuse is you have to work? Don’t make me slap you, Syd.”
    â€œWhatever, Lissandra. I’m not going. And I’m sending back these tickets.”
    â€œNo!” Lissandra whined. “Now you’re ruining my life, too! Sydney, I may never be able to get tickets like this ever again. This may be our only chance. . . .”
    Sydney shook her head, slipping the tickets back into the envelope. “My tickets, my decision. I’m sending them back.”
    Lissandra pointed a finger. “You’re insane.”
    â€œAnd you’re over your break time.” Sydney glared at her sister for emphasis.
    Lissandra scowled and moved around Sydney’s heavy cherry-wood desk to head back to the main customer area. “Fine, I’m going. But Syd, please don’t send back those tickets. He probably got them for free as a member of the management team so it’s not like it cost him that much. Just think about it, OK?”
    Sydney tapped the pen against the desk. “OK. I’ll think about it. Then I’ll send them back.”
    Lissandra shook her head as she turned to leave. “Some girls have all the luck. If a brother got me tickets like that, I would definitely give him the time of day.”
    When she was sure her sister was gone, Sydney pulled up the Internet window with Hayden’s info again. So he wasn’t giving up. She had to admit she was a tiny bit impressed. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about him a few times since the weekend.
    OK, fine, a lot of times.
    But she didn’t have time for a man—especially one like Hayden. She had enough drama in her life as it was, like figuring a way to not lose the thing that mattered most to her in the world.
    She glanced at the picture again and sighed. It sure would have been fun, though.
    Taking out a new envelope, she slipped the tickets in and wrote “Mario Santos” on the front. Then she grabbed her purse, keys, and a list of errands before heading for the door. On her way out, she stuck her head in the kitchen.
    â€œHey, Mario.”
    â€œWhat up, boss?” Mario asked, coming closer.
    She stuck the envelope into his hand.
    â€œHere’s your second chance,” she said, turning to leave. “Don’t waste it.”

Chapter 5
    T he Blakes’s twenty-fifth-anniversary party was all class and elegance, as was expected from a family that owned more land and property in the city than any other private holder. Truthfully, Sydney had never even heard of the Blakes before Charlotte walked through the doors of Decadent. But once she did her research, she realized they were attached to several hotels, condos, and apartment buildings around Toronto. These people were in a social circle that Sydney hadn’t even known existed. She was playing in a whole new tax bracket.
    Sydney tried not to