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was reasonably good-looking with a stylish mass of dark brown hair and dimples that winked at her each time he smiled. The small glasses perched on his nose were stylish, hinting that he had good taste.
    His looks had young Jake Gyllenhaal written all over him, but his mannerisms screamed geek with a capital G .
    Andrea couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for the kid. Awkward youth. Wannabe reporter. Yeah, she’d been in his shoes once upon a time.
    “I am feeling better, Reed,” she said. “Thank you.”
    He sighed, looking pleased with himself as he aimed an obviously relieved grin in Sean’s direction. “Good,” Reed said. “Do you need a ride to wherever you’re staying?”
    “Thanks, but that won’t be necessary.” Andrea glanced over her notes before sliding them into her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she looked at the two men and gave a polite nod. She stood and was able to keep her balance this time. A definite sign things were improving.
    “If you’d like, you can follow me back to the office,” Sean said, staying close as she walked. “It would only take a few minutes to get you copies of the articles we’ve run on this thing.”
    She shook her head. “I appreciate your help, but I won’t keep you any longer today. You don’t want to keep that two-hundred-pound pumpkin waiting to have its story told, now do you?”
    She thought Sean might have flinched when she said that, but it was probably just wishful thinking.
    “Hey, maybe we can go to lunch or dinner sometime while you’re here. I’d love to talk about journalism with you,” Reed offered eagerly. He fell into step beside her as she maneuvered her way through the trees.
    Andrea’s head felt better, and a glance at her watch indicated it wasn’t as late as she feared. She might just be able to squeeze in that animal control interview today after all. She could stop by her motel, change into more professional clothing and make it there in under twenty minutes.
    “Uh, sure,” she told Reed. “Give me a call tomorrow. You’ve got my cell number on the card.” She sent him a flirtatious wink as she slid her sunglasses into place and entered a clearing not far from where her rental was parked. “I can see my car from here. Thank you, again, for rescuing me, fellas. Maybe someday I’ll be able to repay the favor.”
     
    “Lois Lane.”
    “What?” Sean tore his eyes off the retreating figure of the lovely female reporter and sent a questioning look at his youngest staffer, who was doing some watching of his own.
    The kid must have realized he was staring like a lovesick puppy, because he straightened and tried to act like he hadn’t been all that impressed. “Oh you know. That’s who she sort of reminded me of—the chick who plays Lois Lane on Smallville ?”
    Sean shrugged. He might have to check the show out sometime for comparison. “I only know Margot Kidder, maybe Teri Hatcher as Lois Lane. Sorry.”
    “Not that I watch Smallville or anything,” Reed carefully pointed out, obviously feeling the need to defend his coolness. “My sister watches it, and well, I couldn’t help but notice what a hot piece of—” he was close to babbling and turned a shade of red before pushing his glasses up his nose, “—uh, such a pretty actress,” he finished.
    “Yeah, I get the point. Answer your phone, will ya?”
    Reed turned a darker shade of red and scrambled to get the phone from his pocket.
    Poor kid.
    Sean watched Andrea climb into her red SUV and pull onto the road. He reached over and plucked the business card out of Reed’s hand. Nice and professional, he noted, eyeing the imprint of the tabloid’s emblem and address. He noticed the name. Andrea Lockhart, staff writer.
    Andrea Lockhart?
    Not the same Andrea Lockhart he went to school with? Andi? No way.
    She had been a quiet, chubby tomboy, nothing like the woman who’d just walked away from him. The girl he had known back in college had been almost as