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bathroom and confront him. But common sense prevailed. What would be the point? She didn’t want to see him ever again. He could deny it or admit it. It didn’t matter because the truth was there, in black and white, for anyone to see.
    Well, screw Mac, screw the convention, and screw Vegas. She wasn’t staying there for a moment longer. She’d pack her bag and be on the first plane out of there.

Chapter Eleven
    Humming tunelessly, Mac rubbed his hair with a towel and hurriedly ran a comb through it. He pulled on a pair of boxers, deciding to finish getting dressed for the ball once he’d seen Sheridan, since she’d need time to get ready herself. The thought of her in the dress they’d chosen set his nerve endings tingling. The thought of slowly sliding that dress down Sheridan’s gorgeous body set more than his nerve endings tingling. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to stay too long at the ball. As long as he was seen attending. That’s what his contract demanded. Not that he wanted to upset the attendees. He wouldn’t do that to them. They paid a lot to attend each year, and he knew that part of their fun was having access to romance writers.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a convention so much, and it was totally down to meeting Sheridan. He planned to suggest that they see each other again after the convention was over. He lived in San Francisco, which was only a three hour flight to Minneapolis where she lived and worked. It was doable. If she agreed. He couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing her again.
    He’d never had feelings like that for his ex-wife. They’d just sort of fallen into the marriage without thinking it through. It hadn’t mattered, at first, because they’d got on well. But as the years progressed, their marriage had become more and more turbulent. He never knew what mood she would be in. He could never trust that she would be there for him. When she asked for a divorce, he was relieved—apart from having to raise the money to buy her out of the house. But at least now he could live his life like he wanted. With Sheridan by his side. Sheridan who was so refreshingly different. Who was so forthright that she just blurted out exactly what was on her mind.
    He wondered what was so important that Sheridan couldn’t wait until later to talk to him about it. When they had more time. He pushed open his bedroom door and stepped into the living area. He scanned the room, expecting to see her sitting there.
    “Sheridan,” he called out, puzzled by her apparent absence.
    Where the hell is she?
    He ran to the main door, opened it, and stuck his head out, thinking that if she’d only just left and gone to the elevator to head back to her room, he would see her. But the corridor was empty.
    He took another look around his suite to see if anything was out of place. His eyes fixed on his desk. The laptop was in a slightly different position, and his notebook was open beside it. That definitely wasn’t how he’d left it. Sheridan must have been looking at something over there.
    He rushed over and saw a page from his notebook resting on his keyboard.
    How could you? Did you think I was dumb enough not to realize that you’d used me as research?
    He picked up his notebook. His stomach rolled when he saw the page on display. He backed up and dropped onto the couch, then leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. He let out a long groan. He couldn’t believe it. Sheridan had read his notes on Cassie. She’d thought he was writing about her. Not such a huge leap on the face of it, but surely she couldn’t think he meant that about her. Not after everything they’d shared.
    Sheridan had no way of knowing the notes were written way before they had even met. It was pure coincidence that Cassie was a journalist. He glanced at his words again, fixating on “unlovable.” How could Sheridan believe that’s what he thought of her? Hadn’t their time together meant