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next to a really cute guy who made her laugh. “I’ll be off to make my … delivery. I’ll be in touch about the convention, but remember to give me a call if you need anything.”
    Micah gave her another flash of his grin as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be seeing you, Kelsey Kyle.”
    And she was looking forward to it.

Chapter Two
    Wednesday
    “Micah, when are you going to be done with this damn book?”
    He sat on the sofa and watched Allen George, his agent, pace back and forth over the marble floor of his suite. Micah knew better than to interrupt him when he was trying to bully him into delivering the manuscript early. He reached over and grabbed his beer off the coffee table, taking a sip before settling back against the cushions.
    “Allen, I’ve been here since Friday doing nothing but work on the damn book. Nobody wants to be done more than I do.” And God knew that was the truth. If he could go back five years and never answer the ad for a ghostwriter, he would. Micah would have taken the fucking note handed to him by his creative writing teacher and used it for target practice.
    “Will this one really be the last? Are you still going turn down eight figures and make me a poor man? Do you have any idea how much fifteen percent of a gazillion dollars actually is? Do you?”
    “I think math is your job,” he said.
    “Fifteen percent of a gazillion dollars is enough for me to build two pools at my house in Turks and Caicos.”
    “Fuck you, Allen.” Micah laughed, throwing a pillow at the man who’d become his friend over the years. He was greedy, loud, and obnoxiously extravagant with women, sports tickets, and cars. The total opposite of Micah, but he’d not had a better friend since his time in the Marines. “I’ve made you very rich over the years. How much money do you need?”
    “More,” Allen said as he threw himself down on the couch. “And it’s not about needing the money, Mike. You know that.” He tipped his own beer back and shook his head. “I don’t know how you can turn down that kind of money for three more books.”
    “It’s easy because I don’t want to write these fucking books anymore. I never meant for this to be my career, and it won’t matter how much money they throw at it.”
    “All right, all right.” Allen held up his hands in surrender. They’d had this conversation a million times, drunk, sober, hungover, in person and on the phone.
    “Sell my military thriller and make sure you can continue to live up to the level to which you’ve become accustomed, princess.”
    “That hurts, asshole.” Allen grabbed at his chest. “It’s true, but it hurts.”
    “I’ll call down to front desk and get you a Hello Kitty Band-Aid.”
    Allen sighed, his frustration evident, sending a kick of unease to Micah’s gut. This wasn’t just a social call, and his friend didn’t have good news. He reached over, picked up his beer, and took a long swallow. He was pretty sure he would need all the alcohol he could get for this conversation.
    “Micah, we have no offers on your book unless you agree to write romance for the house as well,” Allen said, his tone more of an apology than anything else. Of course he would think that this was his fault.
    “Well, that fucking sucks, but it’s not your fault.”
    “It’s my job to sell your books. I think the blame lies completely in my lap.” He shoved Micah in the shoulder. “It doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying if that’s what you really want.”
    “That’s what I really want.” He sighed and leaned his head against the back cushions of the sofa, staring at the overly carved ceiling of this outrageously overpriced suite. “I know it’s shitty to turn down that kind of money, but I don’t want to be obligated to write anymore of these books. I really don’t want to do it.”
    Allen was quiet on his end of the couch, the only sound the thunk of his beer bottle being placed on the table.
    “This is