She was sweating, though he thought the hotel conference room was on the chilly side, so much so that he had almost said something.
He was glad he hadn’t, because he didn’t want to be difficult.
He didn’t really want to be there, book signings gave him anxiety.
The success of the book had come out of nowhere, really.
The reviewer, from the big important east coast magazine, had gushed. He triple-checked it online after his sister had sent him the review to make sure it wasn’t Brad pranking him. A faux review prank was definitely something Brad would do.
The sweating woman got closer.
Kristian signed his books and smiled.
Then the sweating woman’s sweaty wrist was in front of him, holding the book open at least two hundred pages deep.
“Why did you name me Delilah Crosswick?”
Kristian’s head jerked up like he was a bass with a hook in his mouth.
“Excuse me, sincerely, excuse me? Name you?
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