Page 46 of The Healing Touch

“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 it.”

“Or you need to learn to do it,” he grumbled.

“Nope. I’m doing all this.” She swept her hand at his table. “Your only job is the banners. Stop being a baby and get the shit done, D.”

“Someone’s not happy with you,” Sara whispered conspiratorially. “What did you do?”

“Kissed her.” He shrugged. People would know soon enough, including Becca.

Sara Jane grinned. “’Bout time you two figured it out.”

“Figured it out?” He watched her put the banner together and growled when she pulled it apart. “Why did you do that?”

“Becca said you needed to learn to do it, so you’re going to learn. As for your first question, I’m glad you figured out that the two of you are perfect for each other. I’ve known it for over a year, listening to you talk about each other.”

“It’s not that simple, Sara.” He kept a watchful eye on Becca as he lowered his voice. “I’m not the relationship kind of man, and she deserves that.”

“So, what? You’re just going to treat her like you do your other women, Dimitri? I thought better of you than that.”

The reproach in her voice was so like his mother’s he cringed. “No. I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“Then, what?”

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