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Larry gave him a stern look. “If you want to leave room for negotiation, don’t piss off the network.”
    Jack’s jaw clenched. Of course he knew Larry was right. Didn’t mean he had to like the idea. “I’ll take it, Lana. Thanks.”
    She glanced at Larry, nodded and then left.
    “Consider this a trade-off,” Larry said, as Jack reached for the phone. “The network wants this exposure.”
    “I don’t need the sales pitch. I already agreed.” Jack started to use his speakerphone and quickly changed his mind. He wanted some illusion of control over this ridiculous publicity stunt his producer and Larry had arranged. He brought the receiver to his ear and depressed the blinking red button. “Jack Logan.”
    At his brusque tone, Larry shook his head in disgust.
    “Madison Tate here,” the woman responded equally businesslike. “We haven’t talked before, Mr. Logan, so I’ll take this opportunity to thank you for agreeing to this photo shoot. Now, let’s talk about a time and place.”
    Jack half smiled. She knew how to get to the point. “I assume you already have a place in mind.”
    “At Hush. It’s that hot new boutique hotel located in midtown owned by Piper Devon. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
    His smile faded. “Yes, I have.”
    “You sound annoyed.”
    “Why there?”
    “It’s not only the hippest place in Manhattan right now, but the decor is gorgeous.”
    He briefly closed his eyes. Yeah, he knew the place. He knew Piper, too. Nice lady. But from the day it opened, the hotel had attracted its share of scandal, a field day for the press, who’d labeled it the sex hotel.
    “Mr. Logan?”
    “Yeah, I’m here.” He glanced at Larry, who listened with far too much interest. “Let’s talk about that further. Maybe we could meet for a drink.”
    “Okay,” she said slowly, “but we’ll have to startshooting soon. I’m sure you can appreciate that I have a deadline.”
    “Of course.” He opened the jar of jellybeans he kept on his desk. “I’ll check my schedule and—”
    “How about this evening?”
    He paused, his hand halfway into the jar. For a moment he thought about blowing her off. Telling her he’d call back tomorrow, but his grudging appreciation of her no-nonsense approach stopped him. “What time?”
    “Your call.”
    “Six.”
    “Perfect.”
    “Where?”
    “Hush. At the bar. I look forward to it, Mr. Logan.” She hung up before he could say a word.
    He shook his head as he replaced the phone.
    “What?” Larry leaned forward, his brows drawn together. Made Jack wonder if the man was born with a frown. Even when the guy smiled he still looked as if he were troubled about something.
    He was a good agent, though, and always frank. Didn’t mouth what Jack wanted to hear. Just told it like it was. No behind-the-back deals. No back stabbing. He’d been with Jack from the beginning and was loyal to a fault.
    Many of Jack’s peers had advised him to change agents. Claimed Larry was a dinosaur. Even a couple of Jack’s producers thought he should have a new hip young agent. But he had little use for the brash, flashy upstarts who thought schmoozing was more important than good reporting. Besides, loyalty went both ways.
    “You’ve met her, right? After you and Ernie were approached by Today’s Man? ”
    “Madison Tate’s not with Today’s Man. She’s a freelancer. And yeah, I met her.”
    “A freelancer? You’ve got to be kidding.” He stared at Larry, wanting to seriously strangle the guy. The major magazine had astronomical circulation numbers that couldn’t be ignored. He could see why the network had twisted his arm to do the layout, but…“You sold me out to a damn freelancer?”
    “Number one, I did not sell you out. This is a good career move. Number two, the agreement is for Today’s Man ’s sexiest man article only.” Larry shrugged. “Besides, hard to say no to a woman like that.”
    Jack leaned back, testing the limit of his leather