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

have to suspend your belief and feel the magic.”
    “You’re right. It’s just this place is so…so—”
    “Surely you must have known what to expect of Vegas, even if you hadn’t been here before,” he interrupted.
    “I did. But when you see something in the flesh, it’s very different.”
    They continued walking in silence for a few hundred yards until reaching the Saxon hotel.
    He held open the glass door for Sheridan to walk through, and they headed to the elevator, which was reserved exclusively for the restaurant.
    “Whoa,” Sheridan said as she glanced out of the window from where they’d been seated.
    “Impressive, huh?” Mac replied. “That’s why I like eating here. It’s my favorite view of the Strip and especially the Bellagio fountains.”
    “The view is pretty amazing.” She nodded slowly.
    Mac sensed the turmoil going on inside her. She didn’t really want to enjoy Vegas, yet it was slowly pulling her in. Like it did to everyone. You just had to go along with it.
    “Enjoy.”
    They both picked up their menus and studied them in silence.
    “I’m going to have lemon spaghetti with some rosemary focaccia and lemon flat bread,” Sheridan said after only a few moments. “I’m starving. I’ve hardly eaten anything all day.”
    Music to his ears. She was clearly a girl after his own heart in the food department.
    “I’ll join you. And a bottle of Pinot?” he asked.
    “Perfect,” Sheridan replied, rewarding him with a smile that lit up her entire face. And he was hooked.
    “Tell me, is there a Mr. Sheridan?” Mac asked.
    The smile on her face vanished. “Why?” Her tone was uncertain.
    “Just curious.” He shrugged. “Is there a problem?”
    It was a natural question to ask. He didn’t get why it had upset her.
    “Not at all.” She waved her hand dismissively. “No. I’m not seeing anyone.”
    “Good.”
    The server arrived with the wine and poured some for Mac to taste. He took a sip. “This is fine, thank you.” They didn’t speak while their glasses were being filled.
    “Why good?” Sheridan asked once they were alone.
    Mac’s brow furrowed, puzzled. Until he remembered what he’d said. “Because I’d like to get to know you better, if you’ll let me.” He winced at how clichéd and boring he must sound.
    “Oh.” Her facial expression was unreadable.
    “Or we could just do the interview.” He picked up his glass and took a large drink.
    “No. I mean yes. I’d like for us to get to know each other better.” She looked at him from under her eyelashes, and a faint tinge of pink colored her cheeks. Gorgeous.
    “Cool. What would you like to know?” He leaned back in his chair and focused all his attention on her.
    “Well, my spies have already told me you’re not married.”
    “Your spies?” He paused for a moment. “Ah. Deidre and the others. So you know I was married, but it didn’t work out.” It had taken a lot of therapy for him to be able to say those few words without sounding bitter.
    “Sorry.”
    Sheridan’s response surprised him. “It’s okay. I realized very early on that we weren’t a match made in heaven. It happens.” He stopped himself from talking about the failings of his marriage. He was having too much fun to go down that road.
    “Your girls didn’t say whether you’re seeing anyone. Are you?” Her mouth turned up into a sexy smile.
    “No. I’m single at the moment.”
    It wasn’t that he didn’t date; but it had been a long time since anyone had piqued his interest as much as Sheridan had.
    “You mentioned earlier that I shouldn’t have asked what the deal was being a man writing romance. So what should I focus on?”
    He shook his head. She’d gone from the personal back to the professional. He’d go along with it.
    “The more appropriate question is: why do people think a man writing romance is such a big deal? A romance book has two points of view. Male and female. It’s acceptable for women to write from