Gorgeous smile, check. Gin sighed inwardly and then froze slightly. Crap. She didn't want to answer that question. She glanced down at her coffee cup and was grateful for the slight disruption as her brunch arrived. "I'm organizing so I might end up being the auctioneer or running around behind the scenes making sure nobody gets stage fright!" she said with a bright laugh, imagining a line of women with queasy expressions. "But I might. I don't know. Could be fun, right?"