Chapter 37
Jason wondered, looking at Colby looking at books, just what Colby had requested or promised. Colby Kent was a name with a lot of influence, not only his own. His parents. National-treasure literary prestige. International political connections. People would want to keep Colby happy.
He did believe that Colby’d never deliberately use it, not like that. Colby would call someone and ask for a favor, and that someone would say yes, and it might even be because those blue eyes and that niceness were just irresistible. That happened; Jason himself was proof of that. But…
The name mattered. He wasn’t na?ve enough to think it didn’t, and he didn’t think Colby was, either.
Jason knew about fame, for a certain level of fame. He had money, for a certain level of high-octane popcorn-fare money. His family had been in the industry for a long time, and had been well paid for it.