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more."
    "You will. Where are you parked?"
    "Over there. The red Scion."
    "Ah, red. It suits you."
    "I don't think you know me well enough to know that."
    "I'm getting a pretty good picture, and a person's car says something about their style and personality."
    "Then why do you drive a black Mercedes? It seems rather dull for someone the press has called the 'King of Games'."
    "You're right. I do have other vehicles, but this is the car I use to impress serious reporters," he said with a grin.
    "I'm glad you consider me a serious reporter. So what do you really drive?"
    "I have a Jeep that I use for pleasure. I take it up in the mountains and there's no place I can't go. It gives me complete and absolute freedom. Maybe I'll give you a ride sometime."
    "Sounds like fun. We could do that tomorrow."
    "No, tomorrow's plans are set."
    "Fine, we'll play it your way, but you know you don't have to spend time impressing me. I just want to know the real you."
    He could have said that only one or two people in his life knew the real him, but that would only give her another clue to latch onto, and he was trying to give her just enough detail to satisfy her curiosity and no more. "I'll see you tomorrow, Andrea. Don't be late."
    "I'm never late," she said quickly, then she uttered a little laugh. "Actually, that's not true. I'm often late, because I try to do a dozen things all at the same time, but tomorrow I will be at your house at ten."
    "Good," he said. "Because unlike you, I am always on time."
    She tipped her head in acknowledgement, then got out of the car. He watched her walk down the street, enjoying the way the moonlight bounced off her blonde waves and the sexy swing of her hips. His body tightened as alarm bells went off in his mind. Letting this reporter follow him around all weekend might just be the biggest mistake he'd made in a long time.

Chapter Three
     
    Saturday morning, Andrea woke up to the ring of the doorbell. It took her a second to react. She'd been up half the night doing research on Alex Donovan, not falling asleep until nearly dawn. Rolling out of bed in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, she looked through the peephole and saw her sister. Opening the door, she said. "What are you doing here so early?"
    "I figured this was the best time to catch you." Laurel handed Andrea a coffee. "You look like you could use this."
    "I definitely can," she said, thinking some caffeine might clear the haze out of her head.
    As Laurel entered her small apartment, Andrea's cell phone began to ring. "Why is everyone up so early?" she muttered, grabbing her phone. She groaned as she saw her mother's name on the screen. "It's Mom."
    "Better get it. She'll just keep calling," Laurel said, sitting down on the couch.
    "Hi, Mom."
    "What took you so long to answer the phone?" her mom asked. "You weren't still asleep, were you?"
    She glanced at the clock, surprised that it was eight-thirty. She was normally up by seven. "I was working late last night. What's up?"
    "I want to talk to you about Laurel's bridal shower. You told me that if I sent out the invitations, you would do the rest, but it's in two weeks, and I haven't heard a word from you."
    "I know, I'm sorry," she quickly apologized. "But I can't talk about it right now. Can I call you later, or maybe tomorrow? I have a meeting today."
    "A meeting with the sexy millionaire?" her mom asked.
    She frowned. "Who told you about that?"
    "Kate. She came by the house to pick up Laurel for drinks yesterday."
    "Great," she muttered.
    "So how was your date?"
    "It wasn't a date, it was a dinner meeting."
    "Fine, but you still haven't told me if you had a good time."
    "The food was excellent. Alex was interesting."
    "It's already Alex?"
    She heard the hopeful note in her mother's voice and knew she needed to squelch it. "Mom, you're making too much of this."
    "He's single, isn't he?"
    "As far as I know."
    "Are you meeting him again today?"
    "I am," she admitted.
    "Wear something nice,