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filmed, so he wouldn’t think she’d moved there just to stalk him.
    “You’ll have to come visit us on set one day. I can get you a pass.” Because of the trouble one of his co-star’s, Valerie Savoy, had with an ex-boyfriend, the set had been closed since they’d begun filming the show four years before. He could bring someone on anytime he wanted though.
    May looked at him for a moment, contemplating. Finally, she nodded. As a writer, she liked to learn as much as she could about everything. Watching a show be filmed would be good for her. Not to mention that she’d get to be close to Bob again. She wondered if he’d even remember her or his offer. Probably not. Someone like her just wasn’t memorable to a man like him.
    The flight attendant came back then with their drinks. She stood for a moment. “I’m really not supposed to talk to people who I recognize, but I just can’t help myself. Can I get your autograph?”
    May smiled at Bob, waiting for him to respond.
    He nodded, hoping it wouldn’t turn into a bunch of people asking for autographs. He really didn’t want to be bothered by anyone while he got to know May. “Sure. I can do that.”
    The stewardess stepped back, looking between them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you. I mean Jolene Gold. I’m your biggest fan, Miss Gold. I’ve read every one of your books, and I follow your Facebook page religiously.” She looked at Bob. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are!”
    May felt a laugh bubbling up inside her. It was so rare that someone would recognize her. Writers just weren’t noticed everywhere they went. “He’s an actor on Lazy Love .” May reached down for her purse, pulling out one of the books she always carried. “Who should I make it out to?”

Chapter Two
     
    After the flight attendant had walked off, clutching the romance novel to her chest, Bob looked at May. “Jolene Gold?”
    “My pen name. I’m a romance writer.” She waited for the man beside her to make a snide remark about romance novels, but he didn’t.
    “That was kind of embarrassing,” Bob said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just assumed she meant me when she asked for the autograph.”
    May laughed softly. “I did too! I never get recognized. I mean, this is probably the third time ever, and I’ve been writing for ten years!” She took a sip of her juice, watching him over the rim. He was so personable. She hadn’t expected him to give her the time of day if she’d ever been fortunate enough to meet him.
    “Well, I guess that’ll teach me not to assume anything.”
    “I guess so.” She pushed her purse back to the floor.
    “You’re not going to offer me an autographed book?”
    She shook her head. “Nope.”
    “Why not?”
    She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to convince me you read romance novels?”
    He shrugged. “Well, no, but I would like to read one of yours.”
    “Why?” she asked, flabbergasted.
    “Because you fascinate me,” he said softly. “You were so kind to those kids in the airport.”
    She shrugged. “I can just imagine how hard it would be to travel alone with three kids. And her husband is a soldier. I can show appreciation in a small way for his service by helping his wife.”
    “That’s a really good attitude to have.” He looked at her. “How are you getting home?”
    “My aunt is going to pick me up.”
    “My car is at the airport. Call her and tell her that you’ve got a ride. No need for her to drive all the way from Wiggieville when I’m going right next door.” And if he dropped her off, they could spend more time together. He felt like he was racing against time, trying to get her to realize he was interested in her. She didn’t seem like the type that would accept the direct approach well.
    “I can’t ask you to do that!”
    “You didn’t ask. I offered.”
    She reached for her phone, quickly punching in the number for her aunt. “Aunt Sally. I’ve got a ride from the