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Micah had just given to him. He’d been so distracted by her appearance he’d left his wallet in his hand. So much for anonymous.
    He tucked his wallet into his pocket, praying luck would be on his side and she wouldn’t notice the money trail led right back to him.

Chapter Four
    “Hey, Jenna, I’ve got your part of tonight’s tips.” Ricky pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and peeled away a small stack, several fives and a bunch of ones. “Oh, and this too.” He plucked a bill off his clipboard and placed it in her hand.
    Jenna stared at the hundred-dollar bill. That was a tip? “Um, you sure you didn’t just hand me someone’s dinner payment?”
    Ricky gave her a sassy smirk. “You, my dear, have a fan. Anonymous,” he finished in a mock whisper.
    Anonymous? Could this be from Micah? Hundred-dollar tips weren’t exactly the norm. She glanced up at him as he pushed his wallet into his pocket, looking almost…worried? He’d wanted to leave her money without her knowing it was from him. How stinkin’ cute was that? Her heart gave a little somersault as she tucked the money into her purse.
    Ricky nudged her with an elbow. “Seriously, girl. You have the best luck of anyone I know. Last week you get discovered by an agent, and this week you have the hottest man in the room as your personal fan. Can I brush up against you, see if your luck rubs off on me? Or better yet, can I brush up against him, see if he’ll rub off on me?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    “You’re awful. And I love you for it.”
    “Of course you do.” He tugged on the silver star dangling from her black ribbon choker. “Looks like you found yourself a real one of these. You better not leave your Sexy M.D. waiting.”
    “ Shhh. ” Trying to hide how ridiculously giddy the “your Sexy M.D.” declaration made her feel, Jenna looked around to make sure none of the patrons at the nearby tables had overheard Ricky’s pronouncement. “I don’t think he wants to be noticed.”
    “Then he shouldn’t be so damn sexy.” Ricky waved her off. “Go. Get out of here. Enjoy yourself. Bring back a full report so everyone can hate you for your good fortune.”
    Jenna narrowed her eyes at him in a pretend-menacing fashion, and Ricky just laughed. “If you don’t go grab him, I will,” he promised.
    She snorted and bumped him with her shoulder on her way past. “See you tomorrow.”
    “With stories?” he asked hopefully.
    “Nope, nope, nope,” she replied in a singsong voice.
    He sighed. “You’re evil.”
    “Yep, yep, yep,” she volleyed back at him, before turning her full focus to Micah.
    He’d pulled his cap down low to shadow his face, but even so, Jenna wondered how he could have gone mostly unnoticed all evening. Ricky was spot-on in his assessment. Micah was sexy. Standing there in his T-shirt and jeans, hands in his pockets, looking at her beneath the brim of his cap, he made her heart skip a beat. So although Stars wasn’t exactly a celebrity hangout, and the tourists expected to see Marilyn, James, Clark and Lucille, not current actors, Jenna couldn’t fathom why in the world all the women in the room weren’t drawn to him. That sexy man should’ve been batting them off with a stick.
    He lifted the cap a smidge as she approached, enough for her to see his sea-glass-green eyes again. Goodness, they were gorgeous, especially, it seemed, when they were focused on her. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that having his full attention made her feel a little breathless.
    “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey yourself, Jenna. You ready to roll?”
    “Yeah.” They walked together toward the front door. She considered asking where he wanted to go, what he wanted to do, but she didn’t want to pressure him. Honestly, even if all they did was walk out the door, say their goodbyes and then he turned left and she turned right, she’d be okay with that. Him showing up to see her tonight was awesome enough.
    Okay, that was totally a