“It’s a live video feed that goes out to all your social media sites. I try to do one a week or so. Fans tune in, ask questions, react to whatever we’re talking about. It’s good market research.”
He pointed ahead of them. “Watch where you’re walking, there’s our turn up ahead.”
She didn’t miss a beat as she spun around the corner and pushed the button for the elevator. “I just do it from my phone. I’ve got this little tripod I set up. You can sit behind it if you want.”
He didn’t care. He shrugged. “Up to you.”
She smiled as she stepped into the elevator. “You’re cute. Let’s get you a fan group.”
“What?” More people joined them, pushing him closer to her. No, he didn’t need a fan group. And what happened to their agreement not to flirt?
On her other side, Jackie nodded. “I agree with Liana, you’ll go over well. But we can play that by ear.”
The car jerked up to the second floor, and more people got on. He braced his hand on the wall of the elevator, shifting a bit so Liana was protected in the corner.
She grinned up at him. “You’ll get a name.”
He was still stumbling over the fact she’d called him cute. “I have a name.”
“No, notyou. The fans will call themselves something. Like Dean’s Dealers.”
“That sounds vaguely criminal.”
Jackie snorted.
Liana’s smile got even bigger. “Jackie’s group calls themselves the Jack o’ Lanterns.”
“No.” He chuckled under his breath, because that was kind of funny. But for Jackie. Not for him. “This wasn’t in the contract.”
Her eyes twinkled. “There’s a lot we didn’t discuss.”
“I’m getting that message loud and clear.”
“You really don’t have to be visible at all.”
“I walk four feet behind you everywhere you go. I’m going to have my picture taken.”
“There’s something more intimate about the videos, though.” Her voice had dropped as they talked, and now she was murmuring barely above a whisper, and he was leaning right over her.
Which meant that when she said intimate, and his brain was still rolling around the fact that she thought he was cute, he became way too aware of how close they were.
And when he stiffened, so did she.
Ding.
“This is our floor,” Jackie said, patting him on the shoulder.
Saved by the bell.
Andrew was pacing in front of Liana’s room, and when they piled in, he grabbed the room service menu. Liana told him she wanted a salad, but when she started to list all the substitutions she wanted, he tossed it her way and told her she was in charge of doing the ordering. The bubbling, happy chaos was the perfect shield for Dean to fade into the background and give himself a shake.
“What do you want?” Liana asked, waving the menu in his direction.
That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? He stuck with the safe answer. “A hamburger. Cheese, no onions, extra mustard.”
“Fries?”
“What kind of question is that?”
