The sidewalk burned up through her sandals. Hannah ignored the discomfort. She was too busy patting herself on the back for the crowd turnout.The CD signing at the Borders Books & Music in Phoenix had been her baby. The newspaper articles she’d engineered had been lukewarm. The charts had shown an upwards trend for the CD, but not fast enough or far enough. Nate’s remake of “Born to Be My Baby” was receiving decent airplay, but it seemed stuck just outside of the Top 50.Both Nate’s and Hannah’s reputations were at stake.That was why she was so excited to see the long line snaking down the sidewalk outside of the store. “Pretty respectable,” Sam remarked. He handed her the extra bottle of water he carried.“Thanks,” Hannah said. It was for more than the drink.“Sales are up inside,” Sam said. He snapped the fingers of one hand, simultaneously beating out time on his thigh. He just couldn’t keep still. “It was a good idea to order in a supply of Nate’s older stuff.”“The manager’s been great,”
