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And now, he shares it with his best friend.
“What’s your name?” I smile, asking the next reader in line.
“Brittany,” she answers. “But can you make it out to ‘Lore’? That’s my BOB’s name.”
“I sure can!” I start signing the title page of her copy of Willuf the Wilder. “You know I have lots of BOBs, too.”
“BOBs?” Vale sits beside me, prepping the next book for me to sign, while Ruby’s on my right, handing out my gift bags. “I thought his name is Beau.”
“BOBs are battery-operated boyfriends,” my proud reader explains, and I high-five her with Sharpie in hand. “But is it true? Is Beau Bronson really your boyfriend? Is he really Valen and Willuf?”
Heat flames my cheeks. She’s the fortieth person or so to ask me, and finally, I’m not shy about it. I’m proud. I just hate the half-lie. I hate hiding Colt while revealing Beau.
“Yes.” I close her signed book, handing it over with a wink. “The sexy bastard inspires all my alien smut.”
She giggles, her inked hand hiding her pretty smile. She can’t be barely twenty, wearing rainbow-framed glasses, cute blue lipstick, and two neon green star pimple stickers. I love her. I’m looking in the mirror ten years ago.
“You know,” she shares, “I started watching football because of you and him. I hated it, but now I’m an Atlanta fan.”
“Oh, then you’ll love the Touchdown panties in your gift bag. I signed those for you, too. But don’t tell anyone.” I hook my finger, drawing my kindred spirit in. She leans forward with eager eyes while I whisper, “I hated football, too, but then I saw his ass in those tight white football pants, and I fell in love.”
Who?
Beau and Colt have peaches I bite every night. Seriously, I do it in bed and drive them crazy.
“Are you going to his games?” Brittany asks, tightly clutching my book to her chest. “I’ll look for you on the screen if you are.”
“Soon,” I answer. “Probably his first home game.”
“Is your next book about him too?”
I chew my lip. “Yep.”
It’s about my men.
She bounces in her Doc Martens, so I stand and hug her. Then I walk around, and Ruby snaps a photo for us, too. “I’ll be back in a few months,” I promise her, “to sign my next book for you if you want.”
“Want?” She exclaims. “I can’t wait!”
The afternoon goes by too fast. By the time I’ve met everyone in line, I have four gift bags left, an exhausted twin, and an efficient new friend packing up my remaining supplies for me to pick up tomorrow.
“Y’all saved my ass today. Thank you. Let me buy you dinner,” I offer. “Girls night out. We can do a strip club to celebrate. Seriously, they have the best sushi. Pun intended.”
Ruby grins, her face tilting with regret. “Sorry. I can’t. I have plans.”
“Me, too,” Vale replies. “Maybe next time.”
What? Since when does my twin pass on a VIP table, rainbow rolls, and nude bodies?
Vale’s staying at the Ritz. Ruby said she is, too. When they turned down my offer to stay with us, I was too nervous about today, but now?
“What are y’all hiding?”
Vale bats her lashes. “Nothing.”
“Please. I can smell your cunty conspiracy.”
Ruby laughs. “If you can smell me, tell me. That’s serious Girl Code.”
