Chapter 7

“That’s the cool thing about being here,” John said with a smile. “The interview is never really over.”

“Then I guess I should try hard to keep my words truthful.”

“It would make life easier, yes.” John took a breath, held it, and finally turned away from the window. “My apologies for my lack of patience at the airport earlier. It was a long flight and I admit that I—”

“You need a better photographer.”

John frowned; he tilted his head. “I’m sorry?”

“For your promos and your covers.” Parker reached up, caught John’s chin with both thumb and pointer, and moved John’s face first left, then right. “You are far more attractive in person. Bad photography is unforgivable.”

John snorted but didn’t pull away. Parker’s fingertips felt nice on his skin: very warm, very smooth, and damn strong. “I’m not trying to woo my readers. They aren’t buying my face, they’re buying my words.”

“Pretty faces sell.”

“Is that why you’ve done so well?”