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booth.
    â€œIt’s too bad about Jocelyn getting canned, huh? In my opinion, it was long overdue...”
    Her eyes thinned, and her temper flared. Sharleen wanted to strangle Brad, to kill him with her bare hands. She imagined how good it would feel wringing his scrawny neck.
    â€œHave you spoken to Jocelyn recently?”
    Sharleen ignored the question, pretended she didn’t hear it. “’Bye, Brad. See you around.”
    â€œI’m not going anywhere. I’m here for the rest of the day. Boss’s orders.”
    â€œAll Pathways employees are entitled to man the booth for an hour,” she reminded him. “This is my time to hand out business cards and sign up new clients.”
    â€œYou were supposed to be here from nine to ten.”
    â€œI switched time slots with Christelle.”
    â€œToo bad,” he said, with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. “You snooze, you lose.”
    â€œI can’t believe this. You’re incredible—”
    â€œThanks, toots, you’re not too bad yourself,
and
you have a great rack...” He broke off speaking, and the lewd grin slid off his face. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Morretti. I’m Brad McClendon, one of the Master Life Coaches at Pathways Center...”
    Sharleen turned around, saw Emilio standing behind her and swallowed a moan. He smelled of expensive cologne and looked fantastic in his tan sports coat, crisp white shirt and blue jeans. Sharleen would never have an affair with a client, but dammit if she wasn’t tempted. She wondered what his lips tasted like, longed to caress his handsome face and broad, muscled shoulders. Her attraction to Emilio was all-consuming, so powerful her body throbbed with need. The Italian race-car driver was an international superstar, but he was more than just another rich, hot athlete. He was a sweet, gentle soul. That was damned sexy, appealing in every way. But what impressed Sharleen most about Emilio was his quiet confidence. He had zero ego, and he treated everyone he met with kindness and respect.
    â€œI was hoping I’d find you here.”
    Don’t just stand there like a bump on a log. Speak, dammit, speak!
All she could think about was kissing him, tasting his lips once and for all. But she wiped the thought from her mind and found her voice. “Hi, Emilio. How are you?”
    â€œGreat, now that I’ve found you.”
    â€œAre you enjoying the conference so far?”
    â€œYes, as a matter of fact, I am. Thanks for inviting me.” He looked at her with a thoughtful expression. “The Stress Less, Live More workshop starts in fifteen minutes, and I was hoping you’d join me.”
    Before Sharleen could respond, Brad stepped in front of her and vigorously shook Emilio’s hand. “I’m your biggest fan,” he boasted, with a wide, toothy smile. “I’ve worked with dozens of high-profile celebrities over the past nine years, and I think we’d be a perfect fit.”
    â€œI already have a life coach, and the fact that I’m here proves how persuasive she is.”
    Brad chuckled, but it sounded forced. “You’re in good hands.”
    â€œI couldn’t have said it better myself.” Emilio gave a curt nod. “See you around, Chad.”
    Sharleen wanted to laugh in “Chad”’s face. But she remembered the heartbreaking conversation she’d had that morning with Jocelyn and bit the inside of her cheek to stifle her giggles. They walked through the convention center, out into the lobby and stopped in front of the elevators. “Did you mean what you just said about me being your life coach?”
    â€œYes, but only if you agree to my terms.”
    â€œThey are?” she prompted.
    â€œI would like us to do our sessions at my estate.”
    Sharleen mulled over his words, then slowly nodded her head. “I’m fine with that, and as long as you’re