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and turned to Deidre and the other women.
    “Tell me all about Mac,” she asked, giving a conspiratorial wink.
    All for the purpose of my article , she reassured herself. Because work had to come first. As it always did. No matter how thoughts of him sent sparks of electricity racing around her body.
    “We love him,” one of the women said and then giggled. “Not like that,” she added.
    “You speak for yourself,” another one said, joining in with the giggling.
    “And me,” piped up another.
    A smile stretched across Sheridan’s face, and she held up her hands in mock shock. They were cracking her up. Who knew romance readers could be so funny? She really liked them.
    “That’s enough, girls,” Deidre said. “We don’t want Sheridan to think we’re all a bunch of middle-aged tarts.” She touched Sheridan on the knee. “Mac is great. And even though we all might harbour a few sexy thoughts about him, that’s as far as it goes. I mean, the way he writes love scenes— It’s like he’s hot wired into a woman’s brain. Don’t you agree?”
    Sheridan bowed her head slightly. “I haven’t actually read anything of his. Yet.”
    She’d already put the book he’d signed for her beside her bed to read later. The jury was out over whether she was looking forward to reading her first straight romance.
    “Start with The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée . I dreamed about Owen for weeks after finishing it.” Deidre flushed a deep red and everyone laughed. “I didn’t mean like that,” she said.
    “It’s okay. I know what you mean,” Sheridan said. “So, why do you think he’s so good at portraying women? Does he have a wife who reads everything he writes?”
    Just for research, of course. I’m not interested.
    “No wife. He’s divorced.”
    No wife. A frisson of excitement shot through her at the thought, which she quickly dismissed. But it did mean that he was in touch with his feminine side. Which was a good thing, right? If you believed in all that stuff. Did she? She didn’t know. She’d never given it much thought. He could be gay if she wanted to go down the stereotypical route. Though she doubted he was. She could tell by the way he’d looked at her, especially when she’d been talking to the women and he thought she couldn’t see. Her peripheral vision was red hot.
    “You know him well?” she asked Deidre.
    “Mostly from what’s on his website.” Deidre shrugged, but Sheridan could tell that her feelings for Mac went far deeper than reading about him online. A definite crush. And who could blame her? Well, as long as her feelings weren’t reciprocated, then that was fine by Sheridan. Fan adoration came with the territory of being a celebrity, even if his celebrity only stretched as far as readers of romance.
    “I’ll have to check it out. Change the subject. He’s coming back. We’ll finish this conversation later,” she said as she noticed Mac heading toward them. “How does this convention compare with previous ones, Deidre?” she asked as Mac reached them.
    “So far, so good. Ask me again Sunday morning,” Deidre replied, grinning.
    “Will do. Hey,” she said, turning to Mac and acknowledging his presence.
    “Are you ready?” Mac asked.
    Is it that obvious?
    “For what?”
    “Dinner. I’ve made reservations.”
    Only dinner?
    She inwardly shook. He was hardly going to whisk her back to his room for some mind-numbing sex. She dragged in a long breath and released it slowly, hoping that he hadn’t been able to read her mind.
    “Sure.” She picked up her purse from the table and flashed a smile in his direction. “Looking forward to it.”

Chapter Five
    Mac glanced to the side as they strode out of the lounge, taking in the fixed, unreadable expression on Sheridan’s face. She’d agreed to dinner but didn’t seem too excited by the prospect. The easiest way to get her to himself was to pretend he’d made reservations. It didn’t hurt anyone, although judging