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“That’s neat,” I said

“This is the third book in the series he’s signing today I have the first two if you’d like to read them”

“I think I would”

“Cool, always nice to have a new covert”

“That’s a joke, right?” I asked,sure

“Intentional hyperbole”

“Just checking,” I said

“Very wise”

As ove through the store, there were displays of the author’s books placed in strategic places I picked one up and started reading the description The book was called June Awakening, and it quickly made sense as to why

“Wow,” I whispered when I was done

“I know, right?”

“How is it I’ve never heard of this guy?”

“Most people haven’t, except for those who have It’s one of those exa Kind of like Heavy Metal or so I hear You’ll find a lot of people who say they hate it, yet the Wacken Festival in Germany attracts 80,000 people At least that was the crohen my brother’s band played there”

It was one of the few cases I’d come across in which the author’s photo did justice to the reality The coal-black hair tied back in a neat ponytail and deep, dark betraying a very old soul, belied by black jeans and T-shirt, Wolf Birch looked like Trent Reznor in his prime

“Hello, pretty lady,” Wolf said as we came up to the table

“Hi,” I said, not realizing he was flirting with me my attention too much on Chris

Birch signed our books without looking, keeping his set his attention Finally, wethe line shift forward

“Well, that sucked”

“What did?” I asked

“All that tinored”

“He was distracted by my chest,” I said

“Well, I guess he is only hu down toquickly away

Once again, Chris insisted on paying for the freshly signed books He still looked a bit on edge as we left, so I retook his hand and led him across the street to a boutique coffee shop