"Mattie, stop fidgeting." Brenna reached over and fiddled with his tie.

They were seated on a couch in what the young man who'd come to fetch them in the reception are told them was the guest lounge.

Matt pushed her hand away. "I can dress myself. I'm not a jerky kid any more."

She laughed. "I'm not so sure about that." Then she sobered. "I just want you to look good for the television people. The nice woman who brought us in here said the sports guy would be ...