"
"Not necessarily. Vegas is full of great-looking, leggy blondes. If anyone
says you look like you, just thank them for the compliment and move on."
For a moment Mandi staringly said nothing, then she quietly asked, "How the
hell did you know I live in Vegas?"
"I saw you there," said Cade. "Back in 1996."
Sitting up and turning around to give him an exasperated look, Mandi
replied, "1996? After all these years, you're absolutely sure it was me you
saw?"
"Yeah," Cade said with a shrug. "I am. Mind if I make a suggestion?"
Tossing the pen she'd been fiddling with onto the desk, Mandi almost
shouted, "Oh, sure! Oh, hell, yes! Why not?"
Thumbing at the door, Cade said, "Could be that John's people will square
this away. If not, you might as well enjoy your last few hours of anonymity,
right? I'm just saying, 'business as usual and hope for the best'. And we have
about fifteen minutes to get to that writer's panel."
Mandi almost laughed at his last words, but she realized he was probably
right. What the hell; might as well. She stood up and picked up her purse,
putting her sentiment into words.
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