Tempted by Mr. Write (What Happens in Vegas) Read Free Page A

readers. Well, he needn’t think she’d be falling under his spell without first checking him out. She could sniff out a phoney at fifty paces, so by the time their coffee date was over, she’d know all there was to know.
    Did I say date?
    “Here.” Mac’s voice cut across her thoughts.
    He placed a mug of coffee in front of her and slid into the opposite seat.
    “Thanks,” she said.
    The deep, rich coffee aroma invaded her senses, and her body instantly relaxed. She’d been on the go since early that morning, and her mind had been on overdrive with no let up.
    “So, now that I’ve got you alone, tell me what you’re doing here.” Mac smiled, and her heart did an uncharacteristic flip
    “What do you mean?” She arched an eyebrow, desperately trying to come across as she usually did. Calm and in control.
    “Well, you’re clearly not here as a romance reader,” Mac replied, arching his eyebrow right back at her.
    “You can tell that from the few words we’ve shared?” She glanced up toward the ceiling.
    “I earn my living from knowing about people.” He leaned forward slightly, and a shiver shot down her spine as the warmth of his breath caressed her cheeks.
    Get a grip. This is ridiculous.
    “Touché. Okay. I’m a newspaper journalist, and my editor sent me to cover the convention.” She pulled out her lanyard and waved it. “Lucky me.” She released it, and it swung from side to side.
    “Not your assignment of choice?”
    “I was meant to be covering the president’s visit to Minneapolis but got pulled off it at the last minute. So, what do you think?” She couldn’t hide the bitterness in her voice.
    “At least you got a trip to Vegas out of it.”
    She gave a frustrated sigh. “I’m beginning to think I’m the only person on this planet who doesn’t see visiting Vegas as a plus.” She thumped the table, harder than she’d intended, and her mug shook.
    “Ouch. It’s not as bad as you think. You have to accept it for what it is, and then you can have fun.” Mac took a sip of coffee.
    “And I suppose you’re the one to help me with that,” she retorted.
    “If that’s what you want, then I’m happy to oblige.” Mac gave such a disarming grin that Sheridan burst out laughing.
    It alarmed her how much he was getting under her skin, and they’d only just met.
    It’s this crazy place.
    Of course. She shook her head to rid herself of the ridiculous thoughts. It was all down to being at the blasted convention.
    “How about an interview sometime?” she asked, forcing her mind on to something she had control over.
    “Sure,” Mac replied. He leaned forward and locked eyes with her. She shifted awkwardly in her seat. “I’ll check my diary later, and we can arrange a time.”
    “Cool. But, off the record, a man writing romance. What’s that all about?”
    She had to ask because she still couldn’t get her head around it. And even though she’d yet to read any of his books, they had to have some appeal or he wouldn’t be so much in demand here.
    “I’m not the only successful male writing in this genre.” His tone had changed slightly.
    “You’re evading my question,” she persisted.
    “Because you’re not asking the right question.” He smiled, though she sensed some frustration behind it.
    Normally, when someone questioned her ability, she would go for the jugular. For some reason she didn’t have the urge to do that, and instead, she was mesmerized by his perfect white teeth and the curve of his lips.
    “And what is the right question?” Without thinking, she leaned forward and stared intently at him. Then wished she hadn’t because her heart did a triple-somersault. “Actually, save the answer for our interview. I’ve got to go call my editor,” she lied, anxious to leave before she totally let her guard down and said something she’d regret.
    “Already? We’ve only just—” Mac’s cell rang and he glanced down. “Perfect timing. Sorry, it’s my