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“So how are things at work, honey?”

Autumn looked up from the papers she’d been going over to find her mother staring down at her. From the look of concern marring her mother’s oval face, Autumn figured Gayle was more worried than curious. Why did everyone around here seem to be walking on eggshells? Did they all think she’d have some sort of breakdown, throw a hissy fit if things didn’t go her way?

Autumn had always prided herself on being the calm one. She had watched on more than one occasion as April told people off in classic, understated tones, and she’d watched, cringing, as Summer went at people with gusto, never holding back. Autumn held back, analyzed the situation, thought things through, then determined how best to handle the situation. She didn’t throw fits.

Or at least she hadn’t until she’d come home to find a squatter taking over the family business. Now it seemed as if everyone in Cass County was giving her a wide berth. Which meant she had to be extremely diligent in her professionalism and her loyalty to her father’s legacy. She couldn’t taint the Maxwell name, after all. Especially over some handsome, irritating, smart-aleck intruder like Campbell Dupree.

An intruder who kept a worn Bible amid the clutter on his desk, she reminded herself. Don’t think about the nice parts, she also reminded herself. Don’t think of him as anything but a coworker. And most of the coworkers she’d known were ruthless and cutthroat, out to get ahead no matter who got in their way. Campbell would probably do the same, regardless of whether that meant stepping all over the boss’s daughter.

She looked at her loving, serene mother, and told herself not to allow any of her own bitterness and misgivings to cloud her mother’s beautiful face.

“We’ve been busy,” Autumn said, careful to choose just the right words. Her mother could always tell whenever Autumn was hedging. “The firm is solid, Mama. Our clients are happy and we’ve reassured most of them to ride out these latest market fluctuations. We’re planning a financial seminar in a couple of weeks, just to acquaint our clients with Campbell and me. That should bring in some new clients, too—”

Gayle held up a hand, her diamond-encrusted bracelet watch slipping down her arm. “I don’t need to know the financial status of the firm, Autumn. Your daddy brags about that with every waking breath. The man lives and breathes IRAs, SEPs and mutual funds. He’s very proud, you know. I was asking more about how things are going between you and Campbell.”

“Oh, that.” Autumn shrugged, then twirled her gold pen between her fingers just long enough to put on a blank face. “Honestly, we stay so busy, I can’t really comment, other than to say he is good at what he does.”

Very good, she wanted to add. Very good at being charming, very good at being up-to-date, no matter how hard she tried to stay ahead of him, very good at making strong coffee and crunching numbers to the point that she wanted to weep from the sheer beauty of the man’s brain, and very good at smiling up at her each time she walked into his office.

In fact, the man smiled at her even when she was frowning at him. Which was just about every time she ran into him. She’d enter frowning, and somehow, he’d have her exiting with a laugh. It just wasn’t fair. Accountants were supposed to be stoic and studious, weren’t they? Accountants weren’t supposed to ride in red shiny things or big loud machines, were they? And surely, accountants weren’t supposed to look as laid-back and unconcerned as a rodeo clown, were they? The man wore sneakers to work. He talked about all these grand, daring adventures he’d been on, around the world and back. Hiking, biking, mountain climbing, fishing, sailing. You name it, Campbell had done it. She hoped the man had a good life insurance policy.

“So you two have hit it off?” Gayle asked, looking over her reading glasses at Autumn.

“We work well together,” Autumn responded.

He was spontaneous and disorganized.

She was anal-retentive and compulsively organized.

Yeah, they worked well together, all right.

“Are you sure?” Gayle asked as she settled across the breakfast table from Autumn, a copy of the Citizens’ Journal rustling in her hands. “I mean, are you two really getting along? Your father is in such a tizzy, worrying about this.”

“Tell Daddy not to worry,” Autumn said, dropping her pen and looking over at her mother. “I don’t want him worried about anything. Campbell and I are working together and we both agree that we won’t bring personal agendas into the workplace.”

Gayle let out a gentle gasp, her eyes going wide. “But you do have…personal agendas?”

Autumn felt the flush of entrapment moving down her face. Beneath that debutante demeanor, her mother was shrewd and all-knowing. She needed to remember that. “No, that’s not what I meant. I’m just saying that we know how to be professional. We’re working toward the common goal, to keep Maxwell running smoothly. And Daddy is welcome to check in on us any time he wants.”

“Oh, I know that,” her mother said, smiling. “In fact, he’s on his way to the office right now, to have a nice long breakfast meeting with Campbell.”

Autumn jumped up, shuffling papers. “He is? Then I’d better get over there. He might have questions for me.”

Gayle’s carefully arched brown brows rose as she stared up at Autumn. “No need to hurry, honey. Your father specifically wanted some private time with Campbell. You know—the old-boy network.”

Autumn could feel her hackles rising. Telling herself to calm down, she stopped stuffing papers in her Burberry briefcase. “Oh, really. And just what does Campbell Dupree have to say that I can’t hear? Is he already undermining me to my own father?”

“I didn’t say that now—”

“But you said this is a private meeting. I thought I was supposed to be an equal partner. And already they’re having closed-door meetings behind my back?”

She was halfway to the back door when she heard her mother’s low chuckle. Turning, Autumn perched a hand on her hip. “And just what is so funny, Mama?”

Gayle held a fist to her mouth. “Oh, my. You, suga’. The way you tossed all those papers in your briefcase, the way you were heading out the door, all bent on doing battle—I’d say there is a whole lot of something personal going on between you and Campbell. A healthy competition, at least.”

“Competition is good,” Autumn said, taking a deep breath and wishing she’d kept her cool about this. Obviously, her mother had been waiting for just such a show of insecurity and pettiness. “And competition is nothing personal. It’s all about business—my father’s business.”

“How could any of us forget that?” Gayle asked, still smiling. “You would walk through fire for your daddy, I do believe.”

“Yes, I would,” Autumn said, thinking that the last couple of weeks working with Campbell had been like walking through fire. At times, she felt hot and clammy, other times cold and alone. She just never knew what to expect with Campbell. And she prided herself on always knowing what to expect, had trained herself to stay ahead of the competition and the circumstances.

Her cousins prayed and planned. Autumn prayed and calculated. That was just how her brain worked. She’d need lots of prayers and lots of calculations to stay one step ahead of Campbell. After all, they had been put in charge of safeguarding the incomes of their clients. It wouldn’t do for them to have infighting, like the money changers of old. Not that she thought Campbell was corrupt. The man seemed as stable and honest as the midsummer days were long. But in spite of her trust and awe of him, Autumn was watching and praying. She hoped her own values and God’s good graces would help her in dealing with her new partner.

I won’t let him wear me down, she told herself as she tried to regain her composure. Then she turned to her overly curious, overly grinning mother. “I think I have time for one more cup of coffee, Mama. Tell me what you have planned for today. Oh, and tell me all about that new perfume you bought the other day. I might have to try some of that. You know I love good-smelling body lotion.”

Gayle smiled, made a big, long-drawn-out deal of pouring more coffee and buttering more raisin toast. “How lovely that we get to spend some time together this morning.”

“Isn’t it, though,” Autumn replied, her foot tapping on the tile floor underneath the long breakfast table. “We should do this more often.”

“Yes, we should,” her mother said, her eyes gleaming. “I have an early meeting at church this morning, but we have a little while before we both head out. Did I tell you I’m working on the stewardship committee? We’re planning a big celebration to show our thanks for having a solid financial plan and wonderful tithing members.”

“This family thrives on working with money,” Autumn said. “Even in church, apparently.”

Gayle grinned. “Money can be the root of all evil, but if used wisely, it can also make a difference in this old world. We’re able to help so many people with our mission work and with our food bank and soup kitchen. But it does take a lot of money to finance those things.”

“I guess it’s in the blood,” Autumn replied. “But I’m thankful that we’re so blessed. Which is why I have to be protective of Maxwell Financial Group.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” her mother replied.

“Neither would I.” Autumn tried to chew her toast, all the while wondering what her father and Campbell could possibly be discussing.

They were discussing her.

Campbell sat up straight, feeling as if he’d been called into the principal’s office just as he had many, many times during his school years.

“So, you and my little girl getting along okay?” Richard asked again, his eyes full of enough steel and daring to hold back a gusher.

“Yes, we certainly are,” Campbell repeated, feeling hot under the collar of his starched shirt. “At least, I think we are. Has Autumn said otherwise?”

“No,” Richard replied, tapping his fingers on his desk. “Why would she, if there’s not a problem?”

“No problem,” Campbell said, deciding this was a test of some sort. A test that felt like walking through a minefield. He leaned back in his chair, prepared to defend his honor and his reputation if necessary.

But when he thought back over the last week, he knew both his honor and his reputation had been sorely tested at every turn. Tested by the scent of some sort of floral perfume that reminded him of midnight in a New Orleans courtyard. Tested by the click of high heels against tile floor and the slamming of a door just across the hall. Tested by amber-hued doe eyes and auburn curls that begged to be touched. Tested every which way by a woman who remained very serious and businesslike, no matter how much he tried to charm her. Autumn’s work habits were precise and unencumbered. She arrived at nine o’clock on the dot and stayed well past five. She cloistered herself in her office, buried herself in data and printouts, then called clients, using her Southern manners, to win them over and reassure them. Then she’d triumphantly march over to his office, her expression all business, and announce they’d snagged yet another high-dollar client. All in a day’s work. And all the while, Campbell couldn’t concentrate on his own clients and files.

He was slowly losing his grip.

“The books look good,” Richard said now, rocking back in his leather swivel chair. “Clients are happy. Well, most of them, anyway.”

“You’ve been over the files?” Campbell asked, glad to be on a subject he could handle.

“Of course. I’ve checked all the data and I’ve kept up with the markets. I’ve made sure our clients with conservative long-term investments feel comfortable having a new man on board. I’m here to reassure our clients. You know people get itchy when their money is being bandied about. But we’re fine, just fine. New management does not mean anybody around here is going to lose any money. Things are in order, as is to be expected. But then, I never for one second doubted that.”

Regaining his equilibrium, Campbell sat up. “Okay, then, why don’t you explain what you are doubting? Because it’s obvious you called me in here today for a reason. And I’m beginning to think that reason has nothing to do with our accounts.”

“You are correct,” Richard said, deadpan. “I’m just concerned about my little girl, is all.”

Campbell let out a breath. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, she’s not a little girl anymore. She’s a woman, a smart, self-assured, calculating, infuriating, completely grown-up woman who’s really quite smart. Remarkable.”

Richard let out a whoop that caused the rafters to shake. “So…she’s getting to you, right?”