“Now you’re just being greedy,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck before nipping me with his teeth. “Deal.”

He’s right, I am greedy. Because I want it all. And I’m going to have it.

“There’s still so much to do,” I say four hours later, bare fleet slapping against wood as I stride across my living room and snag the notepad from the coffee table. “I don’t know how I’m going to have everything polished by tomorrow morning.”

“You don’t need to,” says Graeme from where he’s sprawled on the couch, laptop perched on his lap. “You just need to have your main talking points, the basic framework for implementation, and a few examples fleshed out. I don’t think Marlen will expect you to launch the entire program by the end of the meeting.”

I grind my molars. “I hate feeling unprepared.”

Setting his laptop aside, Graeme rises to his feet. His jeans hang low on his hips, and his Red Wings T-shirt hugs his biceps. Gripping me by the shoulders, he stops my frantic pacing. “You got this. It’s barely noon. We have all day and night to make your proposal perfect before your meeting tomorrow.”

Taking a deep breath, I nod. “I’m happy you’re here.”

“Me too.” He rests his forehead against mine for a breath before stealing a kiss. “Now, what do you think of this?” Plucking his laptop off the coffee table, he rotates it so I can see the screen. On it is a mock Facebook post with a photo of a Darwin’s finch and a story of the conservation work supported by donations from our guests.

I grin. “Fantastic. Now what if we—”

My cell phone buzzes against my hip. Probably Walsh, since I haven’t seen her since last night. When I catch the name on the screen, I frown and hastily tap the green accept call icon.

“Hello?”

“Oh, Henley, thank God I caught you.” Barbara’s words are a breathless jumble. “You need to come into the office. As soon as you can, right now.”

I wedge an arm across my chest and stride to the other side of the room. “Why? What’s going on?’

“It’s James.” Her breath hitches, and I catch a jangle of earrings against the phone that sounds like she’s walking somewhere quickly. “He called a meeting of the executive board for one o’clock today. He’s presenting your fund-raising proposal.”

My jaw falls open. “Oh. That’s a one eighty. Well, that’s… that’s great. I can be in before then, for sure. Would he like me to present or does he want to—”