At least he'd come bearing food. And coffee. And no recriminations from the night before last. Just the opposite, in fact. "Your show was a huge success, love." It was an hour since Lucas had left, murmuring something about meetings. When Brayden set down the extra-large coffee in front of me, I admitted, "I thought you'd be angry." "First of all, I was worried," he said. "But I knew you were in good hands and babe, I knew it sucked, but you sold double after you lost your shit." I sighed. "Great. Even if they doubted it before, now everyone knows I'm imbalanced." "Everyone knows they shouldn't fuck with you. It's an oddly compelling selling point. I've got people who want special orders." It took a long, pre-caffeinated moment for that to sink in. "Wait, I'm being commissioned?" Brayden smiled. "So you do listen when I talk." I swatted him on the arm and grabbed for a bagel. I inhaled the soft, warm bread and cream cheese, realizing that I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. "Details.
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