Free Leasing Love: A #GeekLove Contemporary Ménage Romance (Your Ad Here Book 2) by Allyson Lindt Page A

had to check them out. Not because she was following them, but because everyone here was speculating about what they’d do this year. Apparently the two weren’t exaggerating when they said part of their job was working the media. Everyone was whispering and guessing about Rinslet’s big reveal. Not only the what , but the how of it.
    Which was the second reason she was grateful for a clear calendar. She’d waited in line for several hours, to make sure she got a seat in the auditorium.
    The lights dimmed, and the low roar of muttering voices reached a crescendo, and then fell silent when the room went dark.
    “ Gals and guys. Geeks of all persuasions. ” An announcer-style voice spilled through the speakers. “Are you ready for something spectacular ?”
    The room erupted in cheers. Rinslet knew how to work the crowd. This kind of hype and anticipation must be hard to live up to. Black lights flashed across the display, illuminating first the screen and then the person strolling toward the middle of the stage.
    The flashing display made it difficult to identify who it was, but after this morning, Liz was pretty sure neither Chloe nor Jordan was that tall or broad-shouldered.
    A new current of whispers spilled through the crowd, and she caught snatches mingled in with the music. She wasn’t the only one who noticed the last minute presenter swap-out.
    “You expected our notorious troublemakers to present this afternoon.” The voice boomed over the speakers. “We’ve got your favorite community manager, Grave Dave – The Inquisitor, instead. And that’s just one epic surprise among many you’ll see over the next hour.”
    Liz couldn’t ignore her disappointment. The presentation should be good anyway. She still wanted to see what the company was up to. Forty-five minutes later, she exited the room, blinking away the sparkles left by the light show. It was the prettiest part of the demo. She liked what she saw on screen, and the demo that went with it, but it didn’t feel like the grand press spectacle everyone said she was in for.
    She probably didn’t understand enough about gaming to appreciate it. Or she was letting the letdown over not seeing the fun couple cloud her judgment.
    “…arrested…”
    “…right outside the stage door…”
    “…positive. Jordan Iverson assaulted…”
    The fractured conversations drew Liz’s conversation. She tried to follow one long enough to get more information. Were they okay?
    Her phone vibrated, disrupting her attempts to eavesdrop. It was Mercy.
    “Hey.” Liz found the quietest corner of the convention center she could, which meant the background noise was still there, but a dull roar.
    “Hey, love.” Mercy sounded cheerful, but hesitation ran through the words. “You doing okay?”
    Odd question. “Last time I checked. What have you heard that I haven’t?” Liz made sure to keep the teasing in her reply.
    “Lots of stuff. The best film speed and aperture for shooting in low light with a tripod and high-motion subjects, for instance.”
    “You’re funny. Seriously. What’s up?”
    “Eh.” Mercy dragged the word out. “Ian told me what happened with your accounts. I’m worried about you.”
    “Thanks.” The concern warmed Liz but embarrassed her at the same time. A downside to Mercy and Ian being together was that, for some reason, Liz was a favorite topic. It had been easier to face the clashing forms of sympathy when she got to tell each of them in her own way when something was going on. “You didn’t call for that.”
    “Busted. Are you still flying back tonight?”
    In fact, she needed to leave for the airport soon. “Yup. Do you need me in-office tomorrow?”
    “Yes, but not ours. Any chance you got into that media shitstorm that was the Rinslet presentation?”
    “I did…”
    “What did you think?”
    Liz frowned at the phone. “It was pretty. Why?”
    “We’re talking to them tomorrow about licensing exclusive artwork and