“See? It’s a cute town, right?” Tyson and I are sitting in the most adorable café situated just off the town’s square enjoying homemade sandwiches and the most amazing lavender lemonade I’ve ever tasted.
It’s been a hectic week.
When I talked to Tyson to tell him about Jarek and I and filled him in on some of the things I’d been doing, he told me to fix him a guest room because he’d be acting as one of my guards for Fan-Con.
“You talk to Karen?” I’d asked dumbfounded when he told me it had been her idea to send him out to Texas.
“Of course! She might be your agent, but I’m your manager!”
“Since when are you my manager?”
“Since you don’t answer your phone. So, basically, I’ve always been your manager, sweetcakes.”
“And how much am I paying you for this?” I asked, tongue in cheek.
