“That’s the thing.The book is completed.”
“Oh.”She was confused.“But you just said…”
“No.Not this book.I have another book that is completed.It’s the first book in the series.And it’s the one I’ve been sending to agents.”
A grin pulled at the corners of her lips.“Perfect.Let me read it.Please…”
He shook his head.“I don’t have a print out.”
“That’s fine.Just send me the digital file.”
He hesitated.“I don’t know.It’s not a romance.”
“That’s fine.I read other genres.”
His eyes momentarily widened.“I didn’t know that.”
“There’s lots you don’t know about me.But we can work on it.Now send me that file.”
“Fine.I’ll send it to you when I get home.”
“Don’t forget.”
“I won’t.”With a sigh, he said, “I don’t recall you being so bossy.”
She laughed.“And you are still stubborn.I do have one question for you.”
“I’m afraid to know what it is,” he grumbled.
She lightly pushed on his shoulder, noticing the firmness of his muscles.“I’m not that bad.I just want to know if you’d mind if I make some notes as I read it.With me being an editor, it’s just something that I’m used to doing.”
“And how much will I owe you?”
She shook her head.“Absolutely nothing.”
“I can’t accept your professional help without doing something for you in return.”
“I’m just doing it for an old friend.That’s all.”
The low rumble of a groan emanated from him.“Fine.But I’m still going to figure out a way to pay you back.”
“But you don’t—” When he frowned at her, she shut up.
“I do have one request.”
She nodded.“Sure.What is it?”
“I need you to promise to keep all of this—about me writing and the book—I need you to keep it to yourself.”
Okay.Her intrigue notched up even more.“Why is it a secret?”
“Because no one knows I write, and I want to keep it that way.”
“I didn’t even know you were interested in creative writing.”
He shrugged.“It’s not something I talk about.”
“But why?I think it’s fantastic.”
