The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,50
trying to rise up and choke her.
“I do. He and Photoshop are mortal enemies.”
“It’s true. I deleted the damn thing in a fit of spite after it kicked my ass.”
“Do you do work for any other authors? I really need someone who can make them for me. Mine are terrible, not at all fancy like Dimitri’s. Those promo images sell our books as much as the actual covers do. I’m not artsy, and it shows.”
“I’ve never really worked with anyone else.”
“I’d pay whatever you wanted. Your images are gorgeous.”
She noticed several of the other women were listening and nodding. She’d never really thought about it before. Graphic design was what she’d gone to school for. Maybe she should think about it, at least?
“Why don’t you guys bring Becca your business cards, and she can contact you after the signing is over?” Dimitri suggested. “That is, if I let her. She is my PA, after all.” He gave them all his sexy grin, and they reacted the same way most women did. Their eyes widened and their cheeks pinked up. And it got their attention off Becca. She was showing signs of stress, and he didn’t want her to have an all-out attack in front of everyone. She’d never forgive him.
Becca shot him a grateful look and slipped behind him to start working on the table, leaving him to chat with the ladies. He noticed Sara Jane’s gaze followed her, her expression curious. She did say something about her kid having anxiety problems. She might understand a little of what Becca was going through. He’d talk to her about it later.
Sara Jane’s phone rang, and she pulled it out, her face morphing into agitation. Now, that was curious. She excused herself to take the call. He hoped nothing was wrong. He kept up the conversation with the other authors, but his attention remained divided between Sara and Becca.
“Here, make yourself useful.” Becca shoved another banner at him. “This one is more important than your other one.”
“Why?” Why the fuck would she order two of the damned things?
“This one is your Hunter series banner. This is the series fans love. I couldn’t not design one specifically for it.”
He eyeballed the thing with as much hate as he could muster up. Damn banner.
Becca smiled when she saw his glare. “You need to learn to do it. Sara isn’t going to be at all your signings to rescue you.”
He took the box grudgingly. “Sorry, ladies, the boss is putting me to work. I’ll chat with you later when we come look around the room.”
They all laughed good naturedly, and he turned to find Becca with her back to the room once again. “Hey, babe, you okay?”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t like the quietness of her tone. It said no, she wasn’t okay.
He stepped up behind her, his head by her ear. “You aren’t a good liar, sweetheart. Do you need us to leave? I can come back later and finish.” Not that he knew what he was doing, but he was betting he could talk Sara into helping him, unless her husband was being an ass again.
She shook her head and stepped back, forcing him to do the same. “I’m fine, D. Really. I just need to finish this, and you’re in the way. Put the banner up, please, and let me get this done so we can get out of here.”
Instead of listening to her, he wrapped his arms around her, his lips ghosting over her jawline. Distraction was the key with Becca. Another thing he’d need to ask his mom about.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, and he grinned. She was getting all mad and embarrassed. Just the reaction he was hoping for.
“Kissing you?”
“Stop it!”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Dimitri Kincaid, I swear to God, I am going to hurt you!”
He laughed and stepped back. “Fine, I’ll put up the damn banner.” Several of the other tables were watching them, amused. He winked at them and went about trying to make the banner stand up. It kicked his ass so much it even had Becca laughing at him. Hell, he’d let the damn thing do it all over again as long as it made her laugh.
“You still haven’t figured that thing out?” Sara Jane stood to his left, hands on her hips, laughing for all she was worth.
“No. Save me, please.”
“Don’t you dare do it for him!” Becca looked up from arranging the bins she’d put on the table. “He needs to learn to do