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thoughtfully on him and Anna.“Mike here never played soccer. He was a wide receiver.” She passed the baby another grape as she continued to muse out loud. “My boys were always fast, but only Mike here had the gentle hands.”
    “Magic Mike!” giggled Aunt Tilde.
    Holy hell, had she really just said that? Apparently so, because Anna nearly choked on her laughter.
    “That’s it,” he snapped, his patience worn out. “This is a private party, Miss Lopez, and you aren’t welcome.” Bethany had thankfully returned with the boxed breakfast. He pulled out a twenty from his wallet and slapped it down. “Here’s cab fare. Go get your car and leave.”
    “Michael!” his mother gasped.
    “Why would you make her go--” began Aunt Tilde.
    “Remember Miss Cindi with an i?”
    “That sweet thing I met in the grocery store?” asked his mother.
    “She has thirty-seven restraining orders out on her and one felony assault. And a blog complete with detailed accounts of all the celebrities she’s slept with.”
    His mother blinked. “A blog?”
    “Misti May has a blog too. And she’s filed three paternity suits against three different athletes.”
    Aunt Tilde frowned. “Well, if they slept with her--”
    “Did you know that Rick has a lawyer on retainer just to handle spurious suits?”
    His mother reared back, obviously appalled. “Has he fathered a child?”
    Mike groaned. Good God, didn’t his mother realize she was making his point for him? “Not to my knowledge, Mom, but he has a lifestyle that draws the crazies to him.” His gaze moved pointedly back to Miss Anna Lopez, if that was her real name.
    “I’m not a nutcase, Mike. “
    Meanwhile, his mother sniffed--actually sniffed--at him. “You’re too paranoid Mike. “
    “It doesn’t matter,” he said, trying to moderate his tone. He just wasn’t going to take chances. “Given Rick’s history, I’m not exposing my family to any possible risks. We’ve all had our share of crazy.”
    That was a lie. The truth was he had had his fill of crazy. It wasn’t just his brother’s celebrity lifestyle that attracted nutsos, it was his whole damn family. His Aunt Tilde had modeled her life on the word “eccentric,” his mother had become completely lost since his father’s passing, and his sister was now a war widow with two little kids in tow. He didn’t blame them, of course. He loved them. But that didn’t stop their needs from draining him dry. He was willing to drop everything to help his mother handle inheritance taxes, he ran straight to his sister’s side (even though they lived a state apart) when her basement flooded and someone had to handle the disaster, but he’d be damned if he drew a celebrity groupie into their mix. He had enough on his plate.
    Meanwhile, Anna gathered her things, even pulling the magazine out of Tilde’s hands. Her chocolate brown eyes were cold, her words even more so, and he couldn’t help but admire the dignity in her demeanor. “I understand that you’re just being psychotically protective, but I’ll pay my own bill, thank you.” She all but threw his money back at him. She turned to the women at the table. “Thank you, ladies, for a truly fun morning. I’ll just go check on my car. Hopefully, I’ll be on my way to Chicago by lunch.”
    “Don’t forget to take a picture of The Bean!” said Aunt Tilde. “Wait! Send the picture to my email. Mike set me up with an account.” She turned to her sister. “I’m getting so technosavy!”
    Mike all but lurched across the table. Good God, did the woman understand nothing? One did not give fandom your private email address!
    Meanwhile Ms. Lopez pulled out a business card from her tote -- one that really did say Parties For Celebrities Like You -- and pressed it down on the table. “I’ll post it on my blog and you can see it there.”
    His mother’s eyes widened in dismay. “You have a blog too?”
    “Yes, but only about the lovely parties I’ve hosted