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close to the convention center as possible.”
    Fiona frowned. “Are you here for the International Trade Convention?”
    He nodded. “Yes.”
    She smiled one of those, I-have-the-perfect-solution-that-doesn’t-require-me-to-sacrifice smiles. “There will be park-and-ride bus service from strategic locations all across the city. I’m certain there will be a pick-up close to one of the outlying hotels.”
    “I need to be downtown.” He captured Fiona’s gaze. “You seem like a fair person, Fiona.”
    “I am. So?” Her eyes narrowed. “What does that have to do with this situation?”
    “Well…” he started.
    “I’ve had this reservation for months. I’m not giving up my room.” She glanced at her watch and then shot a glance to the manager and clerk. “Look, I have a meeting to go to. When I get back, I expect a room…to myself…in this hotel.”
    “I don’t know how we can make that happen,” the manager said.
    “I don’t care how you make it happen. Your company made the error. Fix it.” She spun on her gray high heels and marched away.
    “Sir?” the clerk asked tentatively. “Would you consider going to another hotel?”
    He chuckled. “For anyone else, maybe. But not for her . Let her stew.” Giving the clerk and the manager an apologetic smile, he added, “Watch the cancellations. I’m sure something will free up. In the meantime, which way is the lounge?”
    “Through the lobby and take a left at the elevator.”
    The snowbirding assignment was getting more interesting by the minute. Double-booked with the redhead in pink shorts had to be fate playing her tricky hand.
    Wyatt wasn’t sure how these cards would play out, but he was in for the hand and, if all went well, for the game.

Chapter Three
    Fiona stomped all the way to the ladies’ restroom, steaming. Mad and aroused, wrapped up in one tight knot of screaming nerves.
    Holy hell!
    Wyatt Magnus had to be the most aggravating man she’d met in a very long time. So what if his dark chocolate eyes smiling down on her made her knees go weak. And so what if having pressed her naked breasts to his equally naked chest had fired up a raging inferno at her very core. He was a beast. An ungentlemanly beast who would take advantage of a woman in a bad situation.
    She punched the number for her assistant, Maddie Wells.
    “Hey, boss,” Maddie answered cheerfully. “I got the replacement quartet lined up for the meet-and-greet tomorrow night. They’ll arrive an hour early and stay until midnight.”
    “Good. I—”
    “I also got the florist to come down six hundred dollars on the table arrangements and they will deliver and set up, instead of having one of our vans and people do the job.”
    “Great. I—”
    “Oh, and Carmelo DaVita, the delegate from Paraguay will be arriving late tonight. He prefers to have satin sheets on his bed. I called the hotel to make sure they arranged to have the bed made up in satin.”
    “Maddie!”
    “I’m sorry. Did you have something you needed to say?”
    “Yes.” Fiona inhaled and let the breath out slowly, calming herself. “The hotel screwed up my reservation and double-booked me with an odious, pain-in-the-ass man.” With broad shoulders, narrow hips and eyes she could totally fall into. And equipped? Oh yeah. Pulling her head out of the image, she said, “Stay on the phone with them until they fix it. I forgot to look and I’m already downstairs and late. Do you have the name of the man from Homeland Security?”
    “No, do you need me to call?”
    “No, no. I’ll figure it out. Just stay on the hotel and get me another room.”
    “You’re supposed to meet with the DHS rep now though.”
    “Yeah, I know. I’m on my way.” Fiona muttered a curse. “How hard can it be to find some old government employee?”
    “Deep breath,” Maddie said. “It’ll all work out. The fabulous Fiona Allen is on the job. She never lets a detail slide by her without tweaking the hell out of