Free Tempted by Mr. Write (What Happens in Vegas) by Sara Hantz Page A

kind of hoping you’d say you felt the same way about me.”
    “I admit I had jumped to conclusions. But anyone would have.”
    His heart sank. She was avoiding his question. He guessed that meant she didn’t love him.
    “I know,” he agreed. He let out a long despondent sigh.
    “And because I thought we had something good together, it made it hurt even more.”
    She did? That meant he still had a chance.
    “I’m sorry,” he said.
    “I just thought you were like my father. Finding fault with who I am. Comparing me with my brother and finding me coming up wanting.”
    “Crazy talk.” He lifted her hands up to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Your dad doesn’t know you very well, that’s all I can say.”
    She paused for a moment, as if to consider the possibility, and a tiny smile hovered around her mouth. “Maybe not.”
    “You still haven’t told me how you feel. Is there any chance for us?”
    Her eyes twinkled. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”
    Mac leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. “Come on. Let’s get out of here and celebrate.”
    …
    Sheridan sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard with Mac next to her. He ran his fingers lightly along her thigh, and she covered his hand with hers and pushed him away. “Stop it,” she admonished while giggling, as she realized her call had been answered. “Jane. It’s me.”
    “You’ve come to your senses and are sending me the copy I asked for,” Jane replied.
    “Not exactly.” Sheridan locked eyes with Mac and mouthed, “Here we go.”
    “Meaning?” Jane’s icy tone sent a shiver down Sheridan’s spine.
    She sucked in a long breath, the tension leaving her body.
    “Meaning,” she replied slowly. “Meaning. I can send you some good copy about the convention, but it won’t be about Mac. I mean B.A. Mackenzie. And how he stacks up against women writers.”
    There was a long, almost painful, silence. Sheridan was determined not to speak first.
    “Mac?” Jane finally said. “Am I to understand there is something between the two of you, and that’s why you’re disobeying my instructions?”
    “Do you want my copy or not?”
    “Do you not get it? If you don’t give me the article I want, then you don’t have a job on the paper.”
    “That’s okay. I resign.” It felt so good being able to say that.
    “You can’t.” The hesitation in Jane’s voice amused Sheridan.
    “I just have.”
    “What will your father say?”
    The father card. Except now it didn’t work.
    “I don’t care. I’m taking a sabbatical, starting from today.”
    “Where will you go? What will you do?”
    What she’d always wanted to do. Travel. She’d only given up her plans because her father had insisted she work for him on The Chronicle . She’d convinced herself that she wanted it, too. But she knew better than that now.
    “I’m going to travel around Europe. After that I’ll decide. I’ve got to go. I’ll email my copy, and you can decide whether or not you wish to use it.”
    Sheridan ended the call and placed the phone onto the bedside table. She turned to Mac.
    “I’ve done it.”
    “Yep. Now it’s my turn. I’ll email my editor and explain that the next book will be my last romance.”
    “I can’t wait to read it.” Sheridan smirked as Mac tousled her hair. He didn’t think she meant it. But she did. She’d turned into a romantic. Who knew?
    “And I’ll tell him we’re going on a research trip to Russia for my novel.”
    She snuggled into him, breathing in his scent. “I love you.” It was the first time she’d said it. And it felt so right.
    The End

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Acknowledgments
    Huge thanks to my critique partners Amanda