Chapter Thirteen
JAZZ PLAYED IN the background from a live band off in the corner as Jacqui wandered the border of the floor, shaking people’s hands and smiling as much as she could. She hated fundraisers, even the ones she held. She just didn’t like asking people to give money to a cause she felt should already have their donations. They should do it voluntarily, without the fancy schmoozing that seemed to be standard fare. They should not have to spend money to get people to donate money. Marc was much better at fundraising, seeing it as a necessary evil. He could charm the checks right out of people’s hands while she stood by his side and laughed at all the proper moments. She was happy to step to the side and allow him the spotlight in that instance—in any instance, really. Fundraiser
