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community. But as a know-it-all teen, Mick had found their close-knit, everyone-knowing-everyone-else’s-business attitudes stifling. He and a couple of his shifter buddies had signed up for the Army Signal Corps partly in order to help with future college plains, but also to escape small town life.
    As he fitted into the stream of traffic feeding into L.A. he considered looking up his old buddies to see how they were faring. Only he hated the idea of answering their return questions and whining about how he couldn’t manage to get it together with one woman. No, it was better this way: Dennis was somewhere in Greece shooting a documentary for National Geographic , and Jean-Pierre was in Japan, doing something-or-other with online media.
    He figured he had one last chance of seeing Shelley at the wrap party, and if she didn’t show up, he’d take one of these overseas offers and blow L.A. altogether.
    He kept his cool, greeting everybody, and hearing one word in a hundred as they all talked at him, looking bright and beautiful. But he only had eyes for one person . . .
    And she was there.
     
    ***
     
    Jan had offered to be Shelley’s plus one, but Shelley felt she had to do this on her own. Besides, this wrap party wouldn’t be one of those horrible large parties at which she’d know no one. She intended to hang out with the other stunt people.
    And so it went. The crew and caterers had extended one of the sets, creating a huge dystopian cave from the remains of a futuristic factory, with the food spread on the picturesque conveyor belt where the hero and villain had duked it out in their final fight.
    Shelley helped herself to tasty pot stickers, fajitas, and sushi, got a bottle of micro label beer, and sat with Jorge, his wife, and the other bar-fight crowd she’d spent two days pretending to kill.
    She tried to pay attention as everyone gossiped about their next gig, or what they hoped would be their next gig. But every nerve was attuned to the movement in the rest of the vast stage, especially around the door. Even before she saw him, her nerves flared like she’d been lit inside with neon.
    Then came the shouts, “Mick!”
    He walked in, trailed by producers, important front office people, and a star bent on making an entrance, but Shelley only saw him. He looked incredible in charcoal gray slacks and a black shirt that beautifully contrasted with his blond hair and blue eyes.
    A pang of concern chilled her when she saw the shadows under those eyes. But his smile was cool and professional as he began moving from group to group. She forced herself to turn back to the chatter around her as she debated fiercely about going up to him. If he’d been another stunt guy, or one of the actors with two lines, she wouldn’t have thought twice about it. But Mick was the center of attention for the entire party.
    Two hundred people are waiting to talk to him, she realized. I should just take a number .
    Five minutes later, “Hey, Shelley.”
    Whoosh. Her hard-fought calm vanished in smoke.
    The entire table fell silent as Mick joined them. He smiled as Shelley managed a, “Hey yourself.” Then he went on to greet everybody by name, including Jorge’s wife, Nancy.
    Slowly conversation began to pick up again as he chatted briefly with each person in the circle, until he came back to Shelley. To her surprise, he held out a card.
    “Perfect weather in Topanga Canyon,” he said in a low, intimate voice. “Want to do some trail riding?”
    “Sure.” She fumbled for her purse, then remembered she had left her cards (which she almost never bothered to take along) sitting in their box on her bureau. “I, ah, don’t have a card.”
    “Call me in the morning?” he asked.
    When she nodded, he moved on to the next person.
    Jorge dug his elbow in her side. “What was that about? Evil Biker Chick rising from the grave for another picture?”
    “I don’t know,” Shelley said. “I’ve never done a zombie. Is the make-up

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