Paul's eyes were on her chest. Cade's eyes met her gaze, as usual. Mandi
liked that about him; he wasn't one of those guys with a boob fixation and he
had no trouble making or keeping eye contact when he talked with her.
"Well, Paul?" she asked. "Do I go on stage tonight?"
"I... uh, I really ought to check with..."
"Nope," said Cade, shaking his head. "Safety first. Nobody else is to know a
damned thing about this until showtime. Yes or no, Paul. She can go public here
tonight or at a press conference at WNN tomorrow."
"Paul," Mandi said softly, "We'll give WNN ten minutes' notice so they can
get a camera crew over here. Think of the publicity for the convention."
In a visible quandry, Paul grimaced and glanced at Cade, then asked, "You're
sure it'll be safe..?"
"If you keep it secret, it will be."
Mandi perked up and glanced at the doors, causing Cade and Paul to also look
that direction.
"Gotta go," she said. "People are coming."
"That's just the sound crew," said Paul, but Mandi was already gone when he
turned.
"She's pretty quick," said Cade, as Paul looked around the auditorium.
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