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Katniss sat down at the kitchen table and sighed, pulling the envelope from her back pocket. It wasn't very thick, there was probably just a single piece of paper contained inside. With a heavy heart, she ran her thumb under the lip of the envelope and pulled out the note. The smell of grandma Mags's perfume had somehow saturated the paper. Katniss inhaled deeply before beginning to read.

Dearest Katniss,

Since your reading this, I can only assume that I am no longer with you. Don't cry over me – I lived a long and wonderful life. My only regret is that I will not get to watch my wonderful grandchildren grow up and become the amazing adults that I know you all are destined to be.

Take care of Prim – I know that between you and Finnick, she will be in good hands. I can't think of anyone I would trust more to raise my youngest grandbaby. But don't lose track of your own life in taking care of your sister. There's a reason I gave you and Finn joint custody, instead of granting it just to you. Go to school, get a degree, spend time with friends, fall in love. At the end of your life, the only experiences you regret are the ones you forgot to have.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. All the way to the moon and back.

All my love,

Grandma Mags

P.S. If you need any assistance in figuring out your new financial situation, feel free to contact my accountant. There should be a business card in the envelope.

Katniss pulled out the business card. In embossed golden letters, it read:

Peeta Mellark Panem Co.

Junior Accountant

Phone: 390-570-3892

Fax: 390-570-8928

She slid the papers back into the envelope, making a mental note to give Peeta Mellark a call in the next couple of days.

"Katniss!" Prim called from her bedroom. "You forgot to read my story!"

Katniss rose from her seat and went to tuck the little girl in, pushing her memories of her grandmother to the back of her mind.

Peeta Mellark's receptionist answered the phone when Katniss called and helped her to set up an appointment for that Thursday afternoon at 2 o'clock. Katniss took the day off of work and made arrangements to meet Finnick for lunch ahead of time.

Katniss sat outside the Hob Café, waiting for Finnick to arrive. It wasn't long before his motorcycle slid to a halt in front of her, skidding slightly across the concrete. Finnick pulled off his helmet and smiled brightly at his cousin.

"Hey, Kat!"

Katniss smirked at him. "Hey, Finn. Nice entrance." She gestured to his motorcycle.

Finnick got off the bike and began to lead Katniss into the restaurant, placing a hand on her back. "I do what I can," he smirked.

"You know you can't drive Prim on that thing," Katniss scolded.

Finnick slid into a booth. "I'm already looking at sedans."

Katniss exhaled in relief. "Good boy."

"I'm gonna be great at this whole cousin-dad thing."

Katniss laughed. "It sounds weird when you say it like that."

The two chatted easily for the next hour as they ate their sandwiches. Once they were done, Finnick threw some cash onto the table and they walked out of the restaurant.

"So," Finnick mused, "you're going to meet with grandma's accountant?"

Katniss nodded. "He works at Panem Co. I'm gonna head over there now. Where are you off to?"

"I'm headed to the gym. I've been slacking off the last couple of weeks and my trainer's not too happy." Finnick snapped his helmet onto his head, sliding a leg over the motorcycle.

"I'll talk to you later, then," Katniss smiled at him.

Finnick nodded. "Call me tonight – maybe Prim can come stay with me this weekend?"

"Sure, Finn."

"Can I help you?" A stunning blonde looked up at Katniss from her desk.

Katniss smoothed her hands over her shirt, suddenly self-conscious. "Yeah," she stammered. "I have an appointment with…uh…Peeta Mellark?"

The Blonde turned to her computer. "Name?"

"Katniss Everdeen."

"His office is the 3rd on the left. You can go right in." She pointed down the hall toward a door.

Katniss walked over to the door and knocked cautiously.

"One moment!" a man, probably Peeta Mellark, called out. There was some shuffling on the other side of the door before it swung open, revealing the man on the other side.

"Oh…uhm…hi," Katniss mumbled. Her eyes were transfixed on his blue ones, and memories of the handsome stranger from the other night came rushing back into her mind.

The man smiled. "Aren't you the girl I ran into the other night?" he asked casually.

Katniss nodded. "Sorry about that, again."

"No worries. Please, come in." He stepped aside to let her enter. "Have a seat. I'm Peeta Mellark."

Katniss sat in one of the chairs facing Peeta Mellark's desk and watched him cross from the door to his chair.

Katniss slid her jacket off. "I'm –"

"Katniss, right?" he cut her off.

"Uhm…yeah. Katniss Everdeen."

Peeta nodded. "So, what can I do for you, Katniss Everdeen?"

Katniss found it very difficult to concentrate with his eyes on her. "I…uh…I'm Mags O'dair's granddaughter. And she told me to call you…she left me a bunch of money, and I'm not really used to…she said you could help me." Katniss's gaze moved over his broad shoulders and perfect facial features. "Aren't you a little young to be an accountant?"

"I'm 22 – I just graduated last June. Mags used to work with my father, but he retired recently, so I took over his clients."

Katniss blushed. "Right. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Peeta opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a file. "Here's Mag's file. I'm so sorry about her passing, by the way."

Katniss nodded in thanks.

"So you said she left you some money. How much exactly?"

The two talked numbers for a while. Katniss found herself itching to touch his messy blonde hair, to run her fingers through it. Peeta Mellark was undeniably handsome. And the suit he wore wasn't helping with Katniss's wandering thoughts.

"Well, I think that's all I need for now, Ms. Everdeen. If you'd give me your e-mail, I can send you the notes from this meeting for your own personal record."

Katniss shook her head to clear it from thoughts of the way Peeta Mellark's shirt stretched across his biceps. "Yeah. Do you…uh…do you have a pen?"

Peeta handed her one, and she quickly scribbled her e-mail down on his paper.

"Great," Peeta smiled and pulled the paper back to him. "I'll get those to you this evening. Otherwise, we're done here."

Katniss stood and slipped on her coat. "Okay. Thank you, Mr. Mellark. I—"

He stopped her. "It's Peeta."

"Okay. Thank you, Peeta, then." Her heart thudded loudly when Peeta Mellark smiled at her. "I'll…uh…I'm gonna go. Bye."

Peeta looked like he was going to say something, but Katniss hurried out of his office and down the hall to the elevator before he could say anything, worried that one more word from his mouth would cause her to do or say something stupid. His eyes tugged at something deep inside of her.

And she didn't think he realized the effect he had on her.

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