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much of an agent if I didn’t tell you the cold hard truth.”
    “You want to stay and have dinner?” Micah asked. He’d eaten every meal for five days by himself, and he could use a little company. He normally preferred his own company, but even he had to surface from the cave every now and then and make a human connection.
    “I can’t. There are a couple of publishers here already, and I set up drinks and dinner with them. Sorry.”
    “No worries. I should stay in and work on the book anyway.” He briefly thought of Kelsey, wondering if it would be too stalkerish to call her up and ask her to have dinner with him.
    “The convention organizers will touch base with you tomorrow and will coordinate all the events with the personal concierge the hotel is providing for you,” Allen said as he swiped over the screen on his phone. “I’m trying to find her name and contact info to send you.”
    “Kelsey. Her name is Kelsey Kyle,” he said, enjoying the look of shock on Allen’s face. “I have her card. She dropped it off earlier.”
    Allen glanced around the room, surveying the mess with a shake of his head. “You had a woman in here? And you spoke to her?”
    Micah sighed, dropping his empty bottle in the trash and leaned on the granite countertop of the bar. He wasn’t going to argue with Allen and his observation. He wasn’t good with women. He never really knew what to say and when they expected him to be one of the heroes of his books—or worse, the actors who played them in the movie version  it was never a good scene.
    “She was really easy to talk to.” He laughed remembering how they’d met. “After she dropped her box of dildos and butt plugs on the floor, it wasn’t that hard to talk to her even though she is one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen.”
    And for a man who made his living with words, “pretty” was the best he could do with the way she made him a little tongue-tied. Kelsey’s skin was a flawless caramel complemented by copper-colored eyes and full, plump lips that easily curved into a smile. Her cheeks and the upper part of her chest flushed pink with embarrassment, but a dimple appeared on the right side of her mouth when she laughed. Long, dark hair fell to the middle of her back and had a slight wave. With her heels on, the top of her head reached his shoulder, which meant she was much shorter than his six feet four inches in height. He could go on and on. The problem had been noticing all the things about her that made her beautiful but trying not to get caught.
    “Wait.” Allen held up his hand and gave him a disbelieving look. He started counting off on his fingers to emphasize his point. “You had a pretty woman in here who was easy for you to talk to, and she brought her own butt plug?”
    He smiled. “Yep.”
    “You need to marry her and find out if she has a sister for me.”
    “I was thinking about asking her to have dinner with me,” he said, knowing he was going to get the exact reaction he received.
    “Who are you? Really?”
    “Fuck off, and don’t give me shit about it. You’re always telling me to get back out there and now I’m thinking about it, I don’t need your crap.”
    “What are you going to do? Charm this girl and whisk her off to the backwoods of Bridger Gap?”
    “What? No.” Micah shook his head at that ridiculous comment. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be ready to take a walk down the twisted path to love ever again. When you got burned like he did, to describe him as skittish was an understatement. “Allen, I’m not talking about hearts, flowers, and a quickie wedding down on the Strip, but as you pointed out, I need to get laid.”
    He thought about how long it had been for him. Almost a year. The last time had been with the woman who’d posted a picture of him sleeping the next morning with a caption that said he fucked like his heroes … long and hard. Nice. That had been really fun to explain to his mom.
    “If