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“I’m not famous.”
“How much do people pay for you to fly from city to city, to visit them?” His Sharpie hovered over the print, but he didn’t write anything. “I’d say that makes you famous.”
“Or a good negotiator when it came to my contract.”
He scribbled something, holding the poster at an angle, so the glare of the lights above kept her from reading it. He nodded to his left. “Who’s your friend?”
She followed his gaze to Andie, who stood at the edge of the line, almost hopping with irritation. Molly’s smile faded to embarrassment. “That’s who I borrowed the badge from.”
He grabbed another print. “I’m flattered. What’s your plan now that you’re here?”
“I hadn’t gotten that far.”
“Hey, people are still waiting,” an irritated voice from behind cut through the banter.
“Sorry.” He looked like he meant it. “I need to get back to this.”
“And I should probably give Andie back her badge.” So much for this being a brilliant idea. Molly didn’t know what else to say. “Are you in town the rest of the weekend?” she blurted out before she could talk herself out of it.
“Hey, bitch. You’re holding up the line.” The insult carried distinctly over the chatter of the hotel lobby, bringing most of it to a stop.
Heat flooded Molly’s cheeks, but before she could figure out how to respond, Brandon jumped over the table and approached the impatient line-dweller. Molly whirled so quickly as she followed the movement, it made her head spin.
“Is there an issue?” Brandon stood toe-to-toe with the shorter man, his voice a low growl.
Any conversation that hadn’t stopped before ground to a halt. An eerie silence blanketed the packed room.
Line-dweller had to crane his neck up, to look at Brandon. “I’ve... That is... I mean—I’ve just been waiting in line for a while.”
“So have a lot of people.” Brandon’s quiet response echoed in the still room. “Apologize to the lady.”
Line-dweller turned his head toward Molly, the rest of his body staying rigid. “I’m sorry.”
“For?” Brandon prompted.
“C-c-calling you names. I’m sure you’re very nice when you’re not holding up a line.”
Molly would have laughed at the qualifier, if she wasn’t torn between appreciation and mortification. “It’s okay.”
Death Demon stepped into the middle of the tension. “You need to leave,” he said to Line-dweller.
Line-dweller shot Molly one last look. “Sorry again.”
For how hot her face was, she must be bright red. Molly forced a smile, her hammering pulse making it difficult to speak.
“I’m sorry.” Death Demon turned to Brandon. “We can shut the whole thing down if you want.”
Brandon shook his head. “It’s all good now.”
The room erupted in chatter again, as though a switch had been flipped.
Brandon made his way back behind the table, taking the time to walk around this time, and dropped into his chair. He tugged on Molly’s hand. “Sorry about that.”
Her head was still spinning, but she found her voice enough to reply. “No. Thank you. It was really sweet of you to do that.”
He flashed the same slow, crooked smile that captivated her this morning. “What else was I going to do?” He handed her a print and nodded at the now wide-eyed Andie. “For your new friend.” Then he handed her the second one. “For you. Don’t get them mixed up.”
Molly gave him one last smile. “Thanks.”
