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clipped nails. No prissy manicure.
    “I’m listening.” Barely. Her stomach was just beginning to calm down.
    “I still have veto power.”
    “Of course.” Her gaze went again to his hands, to that perfect golden color, so perfect it had to be artificial.
    He squinted with suspicion. “What?”
    “Are you tanned all over?”
    His head reared back slightly.
    “That’s strictly a professional question,” Madison said, and pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at his appalled expression.
    She didn’t get her answer. The waitress reappeared to see if they wanted another round, and to ask for hisautograph on behalf of a woman seated behind Madison. Jack turned down another scotch, smiled graciously and took the pen and napkin from the waitress.
    Madison studied his bent head as he signed his name. The highlights were natural, she decided, probably from the sun. His hair was already getting darker consistent with the fall weather that restricted outdoor activity. Just like her, in fact. She was always blonder in the summer. Except the sun wasn’t as creative or kind to her.
    He looked up and met her eyes.
    She smiled. “I’d hate this.”
    “What?” He handed the napkin and pen back to the waitress who promptly disappeared.
    “Being recognized, the intrusions…But I guess it comes with the territory.”
    “So they tell me,” he said flatly, and then smiled briefly at someone over Madison’s shoulder. Then, barely moving his lips, he said, “Can we please get out of here?”
    “Sure.” Madison grabbed her blazer and the camera bag she used as a purse. “Just let me get the check.”
    He pulled some bills out of his pocket secured by a brushed-gold money clip. “Did you have more than the one club soda?”
    “No, but I want to—”
    He laid down three twenties. “That should take care of it.”
    “No, this is on me. Besides, that’s way too much.”
    He laughed humorlessly and stood. “The price of celebrity. Let’s go. Now.”
    She realized what he’d meant as soon as she stood. The redhead, wearing a short white spandex dress withmore cleavage than good taste, approached the table. Jack smiled at her, tossed his coat over his shoulder and then took Madison by the elbow to hurry her along.
    “Mr. Logan, I wanted to thank you personally for the autograph.” The woman smiled, flashing a set of superwhite teeth. “I truly hated to bother you.”
    “No bother.” He stopped but his grip on Madison’s elbow tightened. “Sorry, but we’re in a hurry.”
    “Of course.” The woman gave Madison an odd look, which took her a full twenty seconds to interpret as envy while Jack rushed her out of the intimate bar.
    By the time they got to the lobby, she’d nearly hemorrhaged from trying not to laugh. Imagine anyone thinking she was with Jack Logan. What a hoot! Wait till she told Karrie and Talia.
    “Are you really in a hurry, or was that a smoke screen?” she asked, turning to face him. He was tall but so was she, and standing so close, his incredible face only inches away, well, it literally took her breath away. She inhaled deeply, hopefully not conspicuously. “I’d like to show you some of the places I think would make great shots.”
    His lips curved slightly and then he glanced at his watch. “My driver is picking me up in half an hour.”
    “Great. We’ll make it a quickie.” To her horror, heat crept into her cheeks. Which was totally insane. She never blushed. “Oh, there’s Kit. She’s in charge of the hotel PR. Let me catch her and get a key.”
    Madison took off in the woman’s direction. This was bad. Really bad. Madison moistened her dry lips. Swallowed hard. No, it was good. If she reacted this way to him, millions of women out there would be droolingover his pictures. Over the cover. And let’s face it, if she couldn’t snag that cover with him as her subject, she might as well hang up her camera.
    Her heart started to race, but this time it wasn’t because of