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as she tried to figure out how they’d created the effect. “Chardonnay is fine.”
    “That’s it? Nothing more exotic?”
    She met his gaze. She always ordered chardonnay, and if she intended to break out of her rut, she should experiment with a different drink. “Any suggestions?”
    “The bartender makes great coffee martinis.”
    “Oh, my God, I have to have one. I love coffee.”
    “I know.”
    “How would you know that?”
    He blinked. “Uh, don’t all writers drink coffee?”
    “Not necessarily. Some guzzle gallons of tea, and others survive on Coke. The clichés aren’t always true.” But she thought it was cute that he had such a definite idea of how a writer should behave.
    Aidan signaled a waiter and ordered them each a coffee martini.
    “This is wonderful.” Emma was grateful for her interesting surroundings because without them she was likely to stare at Aidan the whole time. “It’s like a movie set.”
    “We called in some film people to help with the staging.”
    “ We? Oh, wait, I should have guessed that right away. Private club, your favorite hangout. Of course it belongs to Wallace Enterprises.”
    “Yeah, it does. I—” He stopped speaking and glanced toward the arched entryway as a tall blond guy with a build similar to Aidan’s walked into the club. “Looks like you’re about to meet my little brother, Roarke.”
    “Is he in security, too?”
    “No. Roarke’s an anthropology professor at NYU.”
    Emma studied the man who was headed straight toward their table. None of her college professors had looked like that. Roarke might be younger than Aidan, but he wasn’t little in any sense of the word. She could see the family resemblance in his square jaw and strong nose. “No slackers in the Wallace family, are there?”
    “Not so you’d notice.” Aidan rose from the table to greet his brother. “This is a surprise.”
    Roarke didn’t smile. “I know.” Barely disguised tension radiated from his powerful frame.
    Aidan didn’t seem to notice. “I’d like you to meet Emma Gavin, the author of the werewolf books.”
    “Nice to meet you, Emma. I’ve heard plenty about your books.” Roarke still looked grim.
    “Good things, I hope.” She wasn’t sure what to make of Roarke’s stern behavior.
    “Very good. Sorry to interrupt, but I need to see Aidan for a minute in the foyer.”
    Something was wrong. Maybe some security issue had come up, something only Aidan could handle. And yet, Roarke had sent her a wary glance before leaving with Aidan. Crazy as it sounded, she had the feeling that she was part of the problem.
     
    Roarke spun around to face Aidan the moment they were out of the room. “What the hell are you doing?”
    At the challenge in Roarke’s voice, the hairs on the back of Aidan’s neck rose and he fought back a snarl. Reacting like a wolf wouldn’t help matters any. He kept his response mild. “What I was assigned to do.”
    “You were assigned to watch her, not bring her into our private club! I counted at least six Weres in that room.” He turned to Sylvester, who leaned casually against the reception desk, arms crossed. “Sylvester makes seven.”
    “So? We’re allowed to bring business contacts in here. We’ve always done that.”
    “She’s not a business contact. She’s a threat to our survival.”
    Aidan worked to control his temper. “If Dad would wait for my report instead of sending you over to chew my ass, he’d discover that Emma is no danger to us. She doesn’t believe in werewolves.”
    Roarke’s green eyes glittered. “I suppose she told you that.”
    “She did.”
    “And you, despite your obscenely high IQ, believed her.”
    “I did. I do.”
    Roarke blew out a breath in disbelief. “Come on, Aidan. She can’t be making all that up.”
    “Just because you and I aren’t that creative doesn’t mean she isn’t. But the problem goes beyond that. It’s possible a rogue has contacted her by e-mail and plans to