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The woainst her lips “Other than that… Oh, yeah The wo into a pile of papers and dredged out a brochure “She dropped this off”

“What is it?”

“Info about soe… Yeah, here it is `See the desert with your beloved froh in the sky,’ blah, blah, blah ‘Greet the day with chane and caviar in a balloon operated by one of our very discreet pilots…’ Dawn? Are you with me?”

Daasn’t Her attention was focused on a dark-haired ed from the bank of elevators Her heartbeat quickened Was it the man who had helped her yesterday? He hadn’t struck her as the type ould check into a Vegas hotel Well, that was stupid, of course This was Vegas; he was from New York He’d told her that A person wouldn’t come all the way from New York and not check into a hotel, but he didn’t look as if he’d coamble There were always conventions in town There was one taking place right now, so to do with computer software—but he was a lawyer As far as she knew, there weren’t any legal conventions or conferences or—

“Dawn?”

Dawn looked at Becky “Yes,” she said briskly, “I’ve got it all Brisbane Sheep stations Jewels, Aussie beer and ewe’s ht?”

“Right” Becky smothered a yawn “I’m off, then I promised my mom I’d stop by on et a per Whatever I say will be a mistake anyway, but I have to—”

Dawn’s gaze drifted to the man It was hard to make out details at this distance Besides the dark hair, all she could really tell was that he was tall That he had a long-legged, self-confident stride… Her pulse rocketed Yes Oh yes, it was definitely—

“…whatever she wanted to do in the first place Dawn?”

She didn’t want to see hiain She didn’t want to deal with hi else unnamed and unwanted…

“Dawn?”

“Yes?” She looked at Becky “Oh The perm Uh, I like your hair the way it is, Beck I don’t think you actually need—”

“Dawn,” Becky said gently, “are you okay?”

“I’ about the day’s schedule”

She could see that Becky wasn’t buying the story and no thehis forehead, and she could al the equivalent of what she’d been wondering a o