CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THAT NIGHT, CONNIE squeezed through the ridiculous line that hung outside Barnes and Noble for Grayson’s book signing.
Grayson sat at the table signing books for eager women who appeared to have more on their minds than his signature.
Yet, Connie wasn’t jealous. Her heart pounded with pride when she passed the huge poster announcing the signing.
She smiled, holding Grayson’s latest release to her bosom as women took cellphone pictures with her man knowing they’d never have him.
Twenty minutes later, Connie got to the front of the line with two women gushing behind her.
Grayson looked up, his striking face alive with surprise. “Well. Isn’t this a surprise?”
“Is it?” Connie set her copy in front of him. “How could I not make it to the signing of the most famous myste
