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agent returning my call. I’ll be quick.”
    Sheridan slugged the rest of her coffee and then mouthed, “Good-bye.”
    Mac put his caller on hold. “Meet me tonight in the lounge.”
    Was that a request or a demand? She wasn’t quite sure. Even so, she hitched in a breath, trying to contain the excitement that bubbled in the pit of her stomach.
    “Sure. I’ll be there around eight.” She stood and then walked away, forcing herself not to look back to check whether he was watching.
    She hoped he was.

Chapter Four
    Mac could have kicked himself for arriving at the lounge early, because he’d no sooner sat down to wait for Sheridan when he was joined by two of the convention attendees and then five minutes after that three more. All women, of course. His readers. And they hadn’t stopped laughing and giggling. Which normally he wouldn’t have minded, in fact he enjoyed it, except tonight he’d psyched himself up for something different.
    He glanced down at his watch. It was already fifteen after eight. Had she changed her mind about meeting him? He hoped not. For the first time in ages, he’d found someone who he really wanted to get to know. From their brief encounters, he could already tell that beneath her brash and snarky exterior there was someone with hidden depths.
    “Sorry, I’m late.” The warmth of Sheridan’s breath against his ear shot arrows of desire racing through him.
    So she hadn’t bailed on him after all. And how sexy did she look in that short, black and red striped dress that hugged her curves. He noticed that she’d let her hair down, and he longed to run his fingers through the dark curls framing her striking face.
    “No problem.” He was about to stand when he felt a hand on his arm.
    “You can’t go yet,” said Deidre, the woman sitting on the stool next to him. “Melanie has ordered drinks.”
    He looked up at Sheridan to see what she thought. She smiled and grabbed an empty stool from a table close by and squeezed in beside him.
    “This is Sheridan,” he said to the women who were all staring at her, some of them with stony expressions on their faces. He hoped Sheridan didn’t take it personally. They were very protective of him. “She’s a journalist.”
    They collectively relaxed, and he stifled a grin, since he didn’t think they’d appreciate him laughing out loud. It was like they believed Sheridan was no longer a threat, so she was okay to include in the conversation. Not that he’d ever encouraged any of the women at the conventions. They just seemed to view him as their property. Some of them had been attending as long as he had, so he’d gotten to know many of them by name.
    “So you’re interviewing our Mac, are you?” Deidre asked, patting Mac on the knee.
    “Yes. And I’d also like to ask you all some questions, if that’s okay?”
    He watched Sheridan as she glanced around the group, stopping for a couple of seconds at each one of them. He was impressed by the way she tried to include them all. Then again, that was her job. And he’d bet she was damn good at it.
    “Ask away,” Deidre said, placing her hands in her lap and sitting upright.
    Sheridan reached into her purse and pulled out a notebook and pen. The women were happy to give information about themselves, and it gave Mac time to watch Sheridan in work mode. She had a knack of not sounding like a probing journalist and ended up eliciting from the women far more information than they might have given otherwise.
    I better be on my guard.
    The thought took him by surprise. Then he dismissed it. He wasn’t a pushover. And she certainly wasn’t out to get him. It was a convention for goodness sake, not some big celebrity bash where everything was reported in graphic terms for the most shock value.
    …
    Sheridan stared at Mac heading toward the bathroom, admiring his cute firm ass as he went. She dragged her eyes away, hoping she wasn’t drooling too obviously.
    She drew in a calming breath