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rested on her face with an attentiveness any woman would have found flattering. Marcus had the gift, very useful in his profession, of making one feel you had his complete attention.
    M aggie hadn’t been the only one to notice this particular talent. The waitress serving their table found every excuse possible to linger. But since she couldn’t have been more than eighteen, all her efforts to hold his attention were for naught. By the time she had filled their cups, offered cream and sugar, and ensured that there was nothing further she could do for them, several minutes had passed.
    Waiting only until the girl was out of sight, Maggie threw Marcus a knowing look. “I began to think she would never be able to tear herself away.”
    He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “She would have left sooner if she’d bothered to glance your way. I thought you were going to start laughing at one point. Doesn’t the foolish girl realize I’m old enough to be her father?”
    “ You don’t look very fatherly,” Maggie pointed out.
    “ Something you alluded to when we first met.”
    “ Oh, that. You weren’t what I was expecting at all.”
    He flashed her that boyish smile , and Maggie tried to withstand its effect with something close to her usual composure. “I know what you were expecting – a grandfather type that you could wrap around your finger.”
    A fle eting smile pulled at her lips. “It would be useless to deny it given my reaction. Tell me how this conference is going to work.”
    He accepted her change of topic with a knowing gleam in his eyes. “I thought a few tours during the day to keep people out of trouble. In the small group sessions in the evenings, I might need your help answering questions.”
    “I doubt it. For an attorney, you know quite a bit about historical buildings.”
    Marcus leaned back in his seat, a mocking grin playing around his mouth. “A doubtful compliment, but I’ll take it. The rest of the days and nights, of course, are yours. You can read in the garden or you can entertain a friend of mine who’s coming into town for a few days, though not for the conference. He’s unattached at the moment and just the type for a weekend fling.”
    “ Entertain a friend of yours? Are you serious?” she asked in a voice in which disbelief and laughter were equally mixed.
    M arcus shrugged his shoulders. “I can think of more tedious ways to pass the time. Having a date, albeit a blind one, could add some element of excitement to an event you’re probably not relishing in the first place.”
    Maggie could hardly believe what she was hearing. Was he really trying to set her up with someone? The fact did float through her mind that she might not be so offended if Marcus had suggested himself for this particular role, but that was something to be mulled over another time. Right now she wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.
    “ If I need excitement, I can provide my own. I don’t care to be thrown at someone for your convenience.” She hoped to annoy him, but was uncertain of her success. He was too adept at hiding his feelings.
    “ My convenience?” he repeated softly. “I did put that badly, didn’t I? I should have just introduced you to him and let nature take its course. Now you’ll avoid him with the same efficiency you apply to everything else.”
    “I ’ll treat him exactly like any other guest,” Maggie said with emphasis. “That’s where my interest in him ends.”
    This time a look of annoyance did pass over those handsome features, but only momentarily. “Naturally. I think we can safely dispense with this subject.” Marcus signaled for the waitress with a deliberation that spoke volumes.
    D etermined to get him to speak because he so obviously didn’t want to, Maggie said, “I seem to have made you angry.”
    His glance in her direction was wholly amused and brought the color flaming into her cheeks. “You’re mistaken; I don’t get angry over