“Like on an intimate level.”
The look he casts my way darkens, and my heart starts to race under his gaze.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says, and even though my chest is pounding at the idea of writing with him, of him discovering the way I imagine intimacy, and of finally getting to make this dream come true, I know it’s one I’m willing to take too.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TOBIAS
“I’m so sad that the two of you are leaving today,” Grandma Betty says as Natalie dishes out breakfast.
“Me too,” Quinn, who arrived around 1:00 a.m. this morning, says as she pours another cup of coffee. “I just got here, and I haven't seen you in years.”
She’s talking to Natalie, of course.
“I know. I need to know everything you’ve been up to. A travel blog is huge, and I still can’t believe you have three times the followers your brother has.”
“I can.” My sister shoots a smug smile my way. “But you are a bestselling author, so that’s cool too.”
I roll my eyes. They’ll never let me live that down, but also, I’m damn proud of my sister for taking what she loves in life and making it her dream career.
I half-ass slug her shoulder. “Thanks sis.”
“Anytime.”
“What time are you leaving again?” Grandma Betty asks.
“As soon as we’re done with breakfast,” I answer before Quinn or Natalie can come up with a reason for us to stay longer. We’ve been here for three days. In that time, Natalie and I have taken notes after notes of the type of story we want to write. As soon as we get back, we’re going to make a routine that lets us write together each night.
The book is about a woman who falls for her sister-in-law's ex-fiancé. It hits that forbidden romance vibe perfectly, and the amount of sneaking around we have will be perfect. It isn’t what I typically write, but here we go. Truth be told, I haven’t been this eager to start a new book in a while. My most recent flops just felt auto-programmed. I’ve missed the passion this new one has reminded me of. Natalie’s excitement over the entire thing helps a lot too.
“Natalie can stay since you each have your own car,” Quinn suggests.
“No. I’ll be driving behind her.”
“Okay, what are you, her daddy?”
The coffee I'd sipped shoots from my mouth and all over Grandma Betty.
“Oh heavens,” she says with a laugh.
Natalie jumps up from the table for a towel while Quinn just shakes her head with her eyes on me.
“Whoa, calm down,” Quinn says. “It was a joke.”
“I get that.”
“We should add the daddy kink to our book,” Natalie says as she tosses the towel at me to help Grandma Betty clean up.
“Oh, this book is going to have sex in it?” my sister asks, and I shoot her a glare. “What?” She holds her hands up. “I wasn't sure if that was crossing a line in your friendship.”
“It’s not,” Natalie says before I can. “We can be professionals.”
I sip my coffee and smirk at my sister. “Yeah, what she said.”
“Okay,” Quinn says sarcastically.
“Maybe we should add an annoying little sister too,” I suggest, and Natalie just laughs.
