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60 pages, ebook
First published January 22, 2013
"What kind of plan B?" Hale asked. He was almost holding his breath when a voice answered, "My kind." Macey tried to read the look on his face then, but it was gone in a flash. It had been a simple moment of peace and joy and pure happiness. That voice made Hale happy. It kept him calm. It was his backup and his conscience. Macey couldn't help herself, she envied him.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and careless hair, in a designer tuxedo that he wore as if it was simply what he'd found on the floor by his bed that morning. With his roguish smile and cool indifference . . .
Macey McHenry was sidling up to him. She looked like a bored society girl who was in the mood to grab the nearest guy and leave the party. But if there was anything W.W. Hale V truly understood, it was that looks could often be deceiving.
As soon as she was close she whispered, "You've got to get out of here."
"Who is that?" Macey asked.
"The reason I wasn't flirting with you," Hale told her.