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like that. God, Mac would kick my ass, for one thing. Nah, she just mentioned men might get some insight from reading sex scenes women write for other women to read. Romance is the most popular book genre. Somebody’s doing something right.”
    Considering she’d seen two words and was a fan of Lori’s already, she had to admit he might be on to something. “What else do you have in your bag?”
    He laughed. “No more books.” He looked at her, amused. “Here, borrow it.” He handed her the book while he reached into his bag again.
    She wasn’t going to argue. While she was tempted to start reading right where he’d left off, she decided to start at the beginning. She flipped to the front, but couldn’t help looking to see what he pulled out next.
    “A comic book? Seriously?” Just when he’d seemed more like an adult.
    He grinned. “ The Guild .”
    “ The Guild ? Not even Spider-Man or something?”
    “Love Spider-Man.”
    “What’s The Guild ?”
    He showed her the front of the comic book. “It’s a web show. About online gamers.”
    “Ah.” She opened the book. “I think it’s safe to say I know a lot more about what’s in this book.”
    “There will be a test later.”
    She glanced at him but he seemed already absorbed in The Guild . She tried to ignore him. The book made it a little easier. But it was his book. What else was in his bag? More surprises, she was sure.
    A thought occurred to her. “Um, Doug?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Is that the only bag you brought?” The duffle fit comfortably under his seat.
    “Yeah.” He flipped a page.
    “I assume there’s not much call for tuxedos and suits as a paramedic.” Which she hadn’t thought of until now. She wondered if he owned a tie. Or a shirt with buttons.
    “It’s hard to get blood out of Armani,” he said.
    “So you didn’t bring anything more than jeans and T-shirts?” She hadn’t dated a guy who wore a T-shirt that said, I don’t get drunk, I get awesome before.
    “Nope. But I promise you I look just as good in a suit as I do a tux.” He flipped another page.
    She wasn’t worried about that . In fact, she shouldn’t worry about any of it. She just cared what he looked like out of his suit, tux, jeans, etc. It had occurred to her to take him to dinner with her, but then thought better of it. She didn’t know him. He was able to flirt but she wasn’t sure he could make polite conversation. Regaling Jonathan Britton with tales of the things he’d seen and done as a paramedic might not be appropriate.
    She was impressed with the I-save-lives thing, she could admit. It was sexy, in fact. But Jonathan Britton might feel differently. Either way, it was safer to keep Doug in the hotel room waiting for her. Which would make her stick to business only with Jonathan and Todd and would ensure the only orgasms she had were with a hot paramedic who barely knew what she did for a living.
    “Besides,” he said. “I’m Julia Roberts.”
    “You’re…” She didn’t know what to say to that. “Do you have medication for these delusions?”
    He looked up and grinned. “You haven’t read Lori Foster and you haven’t seen Pretty Woman ? What kind of American woman are you?”
    She frowned. “Of course I’ve seen Pretty Woman .”
    “Then you understand. I’m Julia Roberts and you’re Richard Gere. If you want me to have special clothes, all I need is a credit card and for you to tell the bitchy saleswomen to be nice to me.”
    Morgan looked at his T-shirt and then his lips. The lips she really liked and needed this weekend. He was just a big kid. But he held the record for the hottest, fastest orgasm of her life.
    She sighed and opened the book again. “I’d have to worry about you spilling blue Gatorade on the suits.”
     
     
    The Britton Hotel, the original, was in downtown Chicago. Jonathan Britton didn’t just own it. He lived in it. His home took up the entire top floor of the hotel. The luxury suites were the floor