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another key to his room.”
    Kinley picked up her laptop and walked to an empty corner in the hotel and stopped. She tapped her foot and waited for Ian to choose helping her over the drinks and sex with the manager he’d probably been hoping for.
    After another brief conversation with the blonde that ended in the handing off of a key card, and if Kinley wasn’t mistaken, Ian’s business card, he strolled over to her.
    Kinley held out her hand. “Key.”
    “ Still a bossy pants. ”
    She couldn’t help but smile at the reminder of his childhood nickname for her. Grown-ass adults simply didn’t say “bossy pants.” “Yep. Hand it over.”
    He pulled at his collar. “This is a bad idea.”
    She placed her hands on her hips. “I agree. Although I doubt our reasons are the same.” She glanced back at the attendant who was staring at them.
    “I’d say you might be right.”
    A tiny part of her wanted them to be talking about the same thing. But that would be tantamount to becoming a traitor to herself. Something she’d never do.
    He jerked his gaze back to her. “Your mom and brother won’t approve of us shacking up.”
    “ Then we won ’t tell them.” And if they did find out, they would understand. The alternative was for her to stay on the seedier side of Vegas. Their fear for her safety would trump their desire to protect her good-girl reputation. And shacking up ? Surely he didn’t mean that the way it sounded.
    Ian reached out and tilted her chin up with his finger. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take advantage of you?”
    Oh shit. Yes, he had. She shivered at the sexy tone in his low voice and wrenched her chin away from his touch. “Considering you don’t have a stellar reputation for keeping your hands off property that doesn’t belong to you, I’d say you make a valid point.” She took a step back. “Am I safe in a room with you for a couple of nights?”
    His nostrils flared. “Still trying to get me into your bed?”
    Her nostrils flared.
    Before she could wither him with another reply, her stomach growled sounding like an awakening bear.
    His expression became concerned. “You must be tired and hungry. Your brother said you were afraid to fly. Let’s take your things to my suite, and then I’ll feed you, and then you can take a nap.”
    She shook her head in dismay. “I’m not a dog. You don’t need to feed me. I can feed myself.” She held out her hand. “The key please.” A nap sounded lovely. Not that she’d let him take credit for the idea.
    He held the key card high, out of her reach. “If I’m going to let you stay in my room, there’s one stipulation.”
    She crossed her arms across her chest and widened her stance. She refused to jump for the key. “If there’s a necktie on the doorknob, I know enough not to come in. I’m not a moron.”
    He blinked. “Well—there is that.”
    “Of course, if there’s a pair of panties that means you stay out.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “I was going to say, you’re not allowed to call your brother until after you and I have had a chance to talk.”
    She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Why did he care if she talked to her brother? Was there more to this than she knew about? “I can’t imagine what you have to say that I’m going to be interested in hearing.”
    He waved at someone in the midst of a crowd of people.
    Kinley didn’t know anyone in the group. She probably should. No doubt, there were agents and editors all around, and she didn’t recognize their faces. She needed to research the agents who were taking pitches at the conference. Put names and mugshots together. She’d been putting this task off until her manuscript was finished so she wouldn’t be tempted to submit before her story was ready—a common error with new writers.
    Ian tapped her nose with the room key. “Oh, you’d be surprised how the things I could come up with to talk to you about.”

Chapter Four
    Ian sat across from Kinley at a quaint