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the romantic interest of my favorite author in the whole world.
    Still…
    Still, I remembered what the angel had said about getting noticed. I didn’t want to be just another face in Seth Mortensen’s crowd. This was the final stop on his latest tour. No doubt he’d seen thousands of fans in the last month, fans who blurred together into a sea of bland faces, making their inane comments. I had advised the guy at the counter to be innovative with his questions, and I intended to behave the same way with my appearance.
    Five minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror once more, this time clad in a silk tank top, deep violet and low-cut, paired with a floral chiffon skirt. The skirt almost covered my thighs and swirled when I spun. It would have made a great dancing outfit. Stepping into strappy brown heels, I glanced over at Aubrey for confirmation.
    â€œWhat do you think? Too sexy?”
    She began cleaning her tail.
    â€œIt is sexy,” I conceded, “but it’s classy sexy. The hair helps, I think.”
    I had pulled my long hair up into a romantic sort of bun, leaving wavy locks to frame my face and enhance my eyes. Momentary shape-shifting made them turn greener than usual. Changing my mind, I let them go back to their normal gold-and-green-flecked hazel.
    When Aubrey still refused to acknowledge how awesome I looked, I grabbed my snakeskin coat and glared at her. “I don’t care what you think. This outfit was a good call.”
    I left the apartment with my copy of The Glasgow Pact and walked back to work, impervious to the drizzle. Another perk of shape-shifting. Fans milled inside the main retail area, eager to see the man whose latest book still dominated the bestseller lists, even after five weeks. I squeezed past the group, making my way toward the stairs that led to the second floor.
    â€œYoung adult books are over there by the wall.” Doug’s friendly voice drifted nearby. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
    He turned away from the customer he’d been helping, caught sight of me, and promptly dropped the stack of books he’d been holding.
    Customers stepped back, politely watching him kneel down to retrieve the books. I recognized the covers immediately. They were paperbacks of Seth Mortensen’s older titles.
    â€œSacrilege,” I commented. “Letting those touch the ground. You’ll have to burn them now, like a flag.”
    Ignoring me, Doug gathered up the books and then ushered me off out of earshot. “Nice of you to go home and change into something more comfortable. Christ, can you even bend over in that?”
    â€œWhat, do you think I’ll have to tonight?”
    â€œWell, that depends. I mean, Warren’s here after all.”
    â€œHarsh, Doug. Very harsh.”
    â€œYou bring it on yourself, Kincaid.” He gave me a reluctant, appreciative glance just before we started climbing the stairs. “You do look pretty good, though.”
    â€œThanks. I wanted Seth Mortensen to notice me.”
    â€œBelieve me, unless he’s gay, he’ll notice you. Probably even then too.”
    â€œI don’t look too slutty, do I?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œOr cheap?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œI was going for classy sexy. What do you think?”
    â€œI think I’m done feeding your ego. You already know how you look.”
    We crested the top of the stairs. A mass of chairs had been set up, covering most of the café’s normal seating area and spreading out into part of the gardening and maps section of books. Paige, the store manager and our superior, busily attempted some sort of wiring acrobatics with the microphone and sound system. I didn’t know what this building had been used for before Emerald City Books moved in, but it was not an ideal venue for acoustics and large groups.
    â€œI’m going to help her,” Doug told me, kindly chivalrous. Paige was three months