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off a chunk. "What are you going to be anyway?"
    He grinned sheepishly. "A werewolf. Complete with synthetic fur gloves and a head piece with ears and a pointy nose."
    Fancy's lips twitched before she began to giggle.
    "What?"
    "Oh, nothing. Just imagining the pickup lines the women will be using on you tonight."
    His grin matched hers. "Oh, yeah."
    "My, what big… eyes you have."
    "That's the PG version." He waggled his eyebrows. "Some of those women are quite blunt, down, and dirty."
    "You worried there will be a hunter in the forest tonight? Or perhaps someone with a silver arrow? What about fleas?"
    "Nah. I don't do parasites. Nasty. And even if there are hunters and silver sharps around, a dozen women would throw themselves before me, begging for my life to be spared."
    She snorted. "Conceited much?"
    "Perhaps a little." Her laughter sounded like angels singing while her playful teasing put a smile on his face and washed away his worries for the time being. Something about her just felt right.
    As much as he considered bowing out of the event that evening, he couldn't go through with it for a couple of reasons. First of all, he needed to keep his eyes open for the woman the FBI knew had to be hanging around the convention. Although it wasn't likely he could spot Donna, especially if she changed her appearance and added an outfit to match the night's activities. Add that with the fact that his agent would chew his rear if he missed one of the advertised events he had agreed to attend, and he didn't have a choice.
    His shoulders slumped before another idea to meet Fancy popped into his mind. "Tomorrow. It's Old West night. You can find a nice dress to wear at the shop. Heck, a normal Sunday dress should work if you wanted."
    For the first time, she showed signs of perking up. Interest showed with her rapt attention on his face, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she radiated a sense of hope and opportunity. "I'm not sure…"
    Pressing his advantage, Mitch nudged her toward acceptance. "Come on. Go with me. The party starts at seven. I'll get you a ticket. We can meet at our rooms and go down together."
    Her eyebrows shot up. "You want me to go with you? To a party? Like as a date?"
    His lips twitched with the incredulous tone of her voice. "Yes. Yes. And, yes. I want to escort you to the party, to dance with you, spend the evening with you."
    "Wow. I don't know what to say." She worried her bottom lip.
    "Just say yes."
    Her gaze leveled on his before a slow smile appeared on her face. "Yes."

Chapter 9
    "Mitch! Oh my god. It's Mitch!"
    Mitch pasted on a smile as two more women rushed to his side, showering him with praising prattle. Polite, he answered their questions before excusing himself to move around the room, his gaze on the search for Donna. Like I can find her in this mass of costume-clad women. Talk about the odds of finding a needle in the haystack. Yet he refused to relent, figuring one of the women who recognized him and darted over might just be the one he sought.
    Always before, the devout attention from the fairer sex stroked his ego and he easily managed to line up a hot, willing woman to spend the cold fall night in sensual activities. He was a man, after all. Single and more than happy to pass away the hours in sexual playtime with a woman who tickled his interest.
    Tonight proved different. The adoration chafed his nerves, the flirting, the blatant requests for some alone time with him left him cold and bored. The women were pretty enough, but he couldn't manage even half-hearted interest. Not when his mind continuously crept back to his impromptu lunch date today.
    Fancy. She intrigued him. A mixture of brains, beauty, and an innocence that he hadn't seen since his first year in college. More than likely, she spent most of her college life in class or the labs, striving to get ahead, to crack mysteries, and make the world a better place through her work and discoveries. He certainly respected her