Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Recipes
- Starry Fuzzy Fizz
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Also by Farah Heron
- Praise for Farah Heron
This wouldn’t have been the smile he’d have given Jana Suleiman if she had been here instead. Jana would have gotten a smile of admiration. Of respect.
Would it have had affection in it? Or…heat? Attraction?
Kamila shuddered. Stop thinking about that. Jana wasn’t here. Kamila was doing this committee thing so Rohan wouldn’t give Jana this hypothetical smile.
Kamila cocked her head and winked at Rohan.
And he laughed, and it was the Kamila-is-incorrigible laugh. There. Better.
Finally, after a good twenty minutes of conversation that flew high over Kamila’s head, Anil smiled. “Well, before any of these ideas can be implemented, we need the money to do it. As we discussed last week, the plan is to kick off the fundraising efforts with a launch party. Kamila, this is the assignment I thought you would be best suited for.” He looked at the others. “Kamila here is a stellar party planner. You should see her weekly parties, and she’s running a huge event for an animal shelter. Kamila, how would you like to plan the Aim High fundraising launch party?”
Okay. Wow. That was what he wanted her to do? Plan a party? She’d been worried she was out of her league, but party planning she could do. “Um, what do you mean by fundraising launch party?”
“Right. I forgot you weren’t here last week. We’re envisioning launching the fundraising effort with an event where the sponsors can invite high-profile potential donors instead of individually going cap in hand to them.” He grinned at her with playful eyes.
“What kind of party?” Kamila asked.
“Marlene, tell her what we discussed.”
The blond woman with suburban mom hair smiled a not-genuine smile. “Carmela, right? That’s certainly an interesting blouse. What do they call those? Pussy bows? Anyway, we’re thinking a fun, informal kickoff to set the tone for the whole project. Put the fun in fundraising, you know? Hey! I invented a new word! Fun-raising! Do you think you can handle that, Carmen?”
“It’s Kamila. I’ve been on the planning committee for an animal shelter’s major fundraiser for three years. Morning Sunrise called the Dogapalooza easily the most enjoyable charity benefit in Toronto last year. This year I’m chairing the final event—the puppy prom. It’s been sold out for weeks.” She knew a thing or two about fun-raising, even though it was a terrible word that should die a thousand fiery deaths.