The sound of the voice made Amy tuck her phone away into her pocket and look up with a grin. "Of course! I couldn't miss a book opening signing thingy-magig from my favorite co-author." She said, a playful tone in her voice and a twinkle in her eye. She lifted an arm to wrap it around him in a one-armed greeting hug. Because she was Amy. She did that sort of thing.
"You and your lot," she said, meaning the editor and publisher who spoke after him, "really know what you're doing, don't you?"