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showcase the convention, but his agent had been firm that he was not interested. “Mr. Holmes declined our numerous requests for that package, but I would be happy to try to arrange it with any of the other authors attending the convention.”
    “I thought you were Supergirl.” Saul turned and repeated his pseudo question to Perry. “You said she was Supergirl.”
    Perry opened his mouth to respond, but she didn’t want him to open his big yap.
    “Supergirl, yes. A magician, no.” She smiled at Saul and Babette, using her most persuasive tone. It worked on an Arab sheikh once, and she bet it could work on a guy from L.A. who owned a suspect import/export business. “Mr. Holmes’s representative made it very clear that he is not available for the Ultimate Fan experience.”
    “Maybe you could ask him again since you’re his personal concierge,” Perry said, every syllable dripping with “I got ya.” She turned and glared at him, but he was undeterred. “He might change his mind.”
    Saul was not a man to pass up an opening like that. “I’ll sweeten the pot for you and guarantee you an excellent reference for the management trainee program you told me about the last time I was here.”
    “What? You remember that?” she asked, stunned that he recalled a conversation that happened over four months ago.
    “I always remember things that I might be able to use as leverage later.” He twisted his lips in a smile that creeped her out. It was the kind of line guys in films delivered right before they slapped duct tape over a girl’s mouth and shoved her in the trunk of a car. “You make this happen for my Babette, and I’ll give you a reference that would get Satan back into heaven.”
    “Jesus,” she said, letting her polish slip with her shock.
    “He’s already there,” Saul joked as he rose to his feet with Babette.
    “Tell Micah I’m his biggest fan,” Babette said and reached out to squeeze Kelsey’s hand with another flutter of the dead butterflies.
    Kelsey was torn. Micah had been adamant about not participating, and she dreaded bringing it up again, but they’d shared a connection earlier, and maybe she could persuade him to change his mind. It should probably make her stomach turn to think about using their obvious attraction to get what she needed, but it wouldn’t be the first time she used whatever advantage she had to seal the deal. It’s how things worked in Vegas. It couldn’t be the first time Micah was asked to do it  it was part of his job with his publisher. With a little time, she guessed she could persuade him. She nodded.
    “I’ll do my best, Mr. and Mrs. Forasch.”
    She watched them leave, Babette chattering on about going to shop at Chanel and Harry Winston.
    “I feel like I should call and warn Carla at Chanel,” Perry said, his voice carrying a derisive tone he would have never used in front of a guest. They had personal contacts all over the city, and the very nice woman at Chanel would definitely appreciate a heads-up that Saul and Babette were on their way.
    “For a man who works in hospitality, you really don’t seem to like people all that much,” Kelsey said, turning to face the guy who’d just thrown her under the bus.
    “I don’t like most people. Just a select few.”
    “Well, I’m clearly not one of the select few for you to serve me up like that. You know he’s already declined twice, Perry. What am I supposed to do?”
    “Work your usual miracle. You’ll figure it out, you always do.” He flashed her a semi-genuine smile, and his words sounded a little bit like a compliment.
    She snorted and folded her arms across her chest, examining him closely, looking for the catch. “I guess I’ll have to now that you practically promised them.”
    “You could have told them no,” he said, watching her and raising an eyebrow when she didn’t answer. He nodded his head as if he’d made his point. “And that is why you’re on the short list for the