I stared dead at the camera. No more starting over. “Well, we’re having a special guest today after all.” The tall, lean man came to stand beside me, freaking hip bumping me an inch over. I snorted and tried to keep my shit together. “My longtime friend—” “And number one fan,” he piped in. I blinked at the camera and then blinked at him. “And number one fan, excuse me, Zac Travis.”
