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Ourhotel room?

Seriously?

Talk about a Freudian slip.

I stopped pacing and squared my shoulders.No more.

From now on, I decided, I was going to turn over a new leaf.No more drooling over him. No more inappropriate questions. And for God's sake, no more fighting with his fans.

I glanced down.And oh yeah. No more flashing him.That was a big no-no. But in my own defense, I hadn't realized my camisole was so transparent.

As I yanked the borrowed jacket tighter around my torso, I said a silent prayer that no one in the crowd had taken pictures – or heaven forbid video – of me in my semi-topless state.

Jack was beyond famous. ButIwasn't.

And I didn'twantto be, especially forthat.

I was still making a mental list of things I needed to improve on when my cell phone rang in the pocket of my skirt. I recognized the ring and felt a surge of relief.

It was my sister. And from her regular cell phone, too.

Finally.

I fumbled for the phone and answered right away. "Anna? Where are you?"

"Miami. Where are you?"

"Atlanta."

She groaned. "So you took the job? After I warned you not to?"

I wasn't following. My sister and I had only talked once during the past few days, and eventhatconversation had been very brief.

I said, "You warned me? When?"

"On the phone, Monday morning."

"You didn't warn me," I said. "You just asked if it was such a great idea."

"Yeah. That's a warning. And you were supposed to call me back, remember?"

"Hey, I tried."Repeatedly.

"You did not. I waited for like an hour."

I cringed. "Sorry, I got distracted. But Ididcall, just a little later than I planned. Why didn't you answer?"

Anna sighed. "It wasn't me. It was the satellite phone. I accidentally dropped it."

"Oh, so it broke?"

"More like it drowned," she said with a rueful laugh. "Don't ask. Anyway, that's why we're in Miami – to get a new one, or rather,twonew ones, since Flynn wants me to have my own."

I snickered. "Probably so you don't drownhisanymore."

"Maybe. But tell me…" She lowered her voice. "Jack's not with you now, is he?"

"No. He's out getting me a shirt."