Krista Thoren - High-Society Bachelor

Getting this party over with would be a huge relief.

Meanwhile, planning it gave her something to think about besides the depressing news she’d received yesterday.

“Thanks. Come on in.” Cameron guided her inside, one hand between her shoulder blades, and she was way too aware of the warmth of his hand on her back. Deborah swallowed, but then the view caught her attention and she gasped.

She was looking at woods again, because the entire far wall was glass. The house sat on a hill, so through the glass she saw a large deck, and beyond it, sloping masses of evergreens. Sunlight reflected off the thin layer of snow remaining on the ground, and bright red cardinals were busy at the birdfeeders on the deck. The tranquil scene was straight from a Christmas card.

“It’s beautiful,” Deborah said finally.

“You like it?” Cameron looked pleased by her reaction. His smile lightened his features and made him even more dangerously attractive. Unlike some of the smiles he’d given her in the past, this one reached his eyes. As always, their vivid green gave her a small shock of pleasure.

“Yes, I do.” She moved away from the window. Away from him.

Business. That was what she was here for.

“You should have told me you have an incredible view.” Deborah heard the accusation in her voice, but she couldn’t suppress it.

Cameron raised a brow. “Why?”

“Because with built-in décor like this, we could do something really spectacular.” The mere thought of the ho-hum floral arrangements they’d settled on made her want to gnash her teeth. What a wasted opportunity.

Something of what she felt must have shown on her face, because he was watching her intently. “Such as…?”

“Such as a winter scene that incorporates the view from your glass wall.” The more she thought about it, the more excited Deborah got. “A park, for example. A beautiful, snowy park.”

“A snowy park?” Cameron looked around his living room, skepticism clearly written on his face. That was understandable, since his living room featured hardwood floors and comfortable, overstuffed furniture in warm shades of brown, apricot and beige. Nothing about the room suggested a park in the middle of winter.

But it would when she was finished with it.

“Trust me, it can be done. We’ll have to hustle, since we’ve only got ten days left, but fortunately, all we’re changing is the décor. And I have the perfect supplier.”

He shook his head. “No. We can’t change the décor.”

Deborah met his gaze squarely. “You could have a truly fantastic, memorable event here, one your guests will talk about for years.”

He watched her with unreadable eyes. “What if I prefer a sensible, traditional event?”

She took a deep breath. There was no point in getting bent out of shape. This man was, after all, the client. He had to be comfortable with the event design.

Deborah inclined her head. “If you really want something traditional, that’s what we’ll go with.”

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