All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence. Chapter One Angela Evans was stunned when she rang the bell and Rory Keith, himself, answered the door. She actually took a step back in surprise--her face turning red--as she encountered his world-famous cocky grin and the blue-green-gray--what the heck color were his eyes?--that crinkled so merrily at the corners. “Angela?” he asked in the Scottish brogue that set the hearts of women young and old racing recklessly. “Yes, sir,” Angela managed to say, taking the strong, tanned hand he held out to her and feeling positively fragile as he encompassed it within his own. “Come on in!” he said, drawing her with him into the airy expanse of his New York loft apartment. “Terrible day to be out interviewing, isn’t it?” She could only nod, for she was lost in that handsome face she’d spent hours watching on movie and television screens.
