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her purse from the marble, which took some effort, and examined the marble floor.
                  “Look!” She said, pointing excitedly to a thin seam in the marble. She traced it slowly with her index finger and they realized the seam was a square, about two feet by two feet.
                  “Holy crap,” said Sterling under his breath.
                  He tried to pry his fingernails into the seam and lift, but the tile of marble was too tight, his fingers too thick.
                  Kitty got down on her hands and knees beside him and tried as well. Using her long fingernails and petite fingers, she was able lift the heavy sheet of marble just enough that Sterling could wedge his fingers under the lip and properly lift the square.
                  Once they got it vertical, they worked together to drag the marble square away then stood over the hole in the floor.
                  A giant, round magnet the size of a hubcap was lain inside.
                  The next thing she knew, Sterling was embracing her, swinging her around, as she squealed in victorious delight. When he set her down he gazed into her eyes, gently cupped the back of her head, and guided her in for a slow, soft kiss that Kitty hoped would last forever.
                  Then he eased her back.
                  “What now?” she asked in a whisper, expecting their break was now officially over.
                  “It means you don’t tell anyone about this. You don’t take credit. I need to call the team back.”
                  Her brows knitted together confused.
                  “You’ll look guilty if they know you were the one who led me here.”
                  She stared at him for a long moment then asked, “What about us?”
                  “What about us?”

Chapter Seven
                  Kitty nearly careened into a parked car, as she swung toward the curb and came to a screeching halt in front of Happily Ever After, where one very annoyed Kip Cartwright had been waiting with the prospective officiator, Christopher Marlowe.
                  “I’m terribly sorry to be so late,” she said, hurrying around the back of her Fiat and hopping onto the curb, keys in hand, eager to get them inside.
                  “You said three-thirty,” barked Kip. “It’s four o’clock.”
                  It was true, she had told him she’d be here a half hour ago when she was leaving the mansion with Sterling, but the man had refused to drive her here, and she’d lost time racing through crosstown traffic.
                  “My apologies,” she said out of breath, as she held the door open.
                  Christopher was at Kip’s heels and Kitty realized that in her haste she hadn’t properly introduced herself.
                  “I’m Kitty Sinclair,” she stated, offering her hand. “The wedding planner.”
                  Christopher looked all but amused as he glanced around her store. “Yeah, I got that.”
                  She shook his hand none-the-less, sizing him up and hoping her faux pas wouldn’t turn him off from the duty of marrying Gretchen to David.
                  At first blush, Christopher appeared to be Marcus Joseph’s polar opposite. Highly masculine with a meathead’s build, it was hard to picture him presiding over a matrimonial ceremony when he seemed better suited to check ID’s outside of a selective nightclub. His hair was buzzed short to his scalp and his eyes looked flat, dead if you will, though they were piercingly blue.
                  “It’s very nice to meet you,” she said, drawing back her hand. “Can I offer you Perrier or coffee? Champagne perhaps?”
                  “Why don’t you