I roll my eyes.
“Okay, let’s not get a big head or any—don’t even start!” I point a finger at him as I process what I said, and his mouth opens to make a sarcastic comment. “We are adults.”
“Kids at heart, though.”
He rests his hand over his heart as I roll my eyes again and smile.
“Let's just start working and then order food before I get hangry.”
Tobias grins and then rubs his chin, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
“I better order the pizza now. You aren’t going to enjoy working with me tonight.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because.” He reaches for the back of his neck. “I think I forgot how to write.”
“You didn’t forget how to write.” I sit beside him.
“Are you sure? Because I haven’t finished a book in two years. Two years, Nat. What does that say about me?”
“Really bad writer's block?” I ask with a shrug. “Have you talked to the guys about it yet?”
He shakes his head.
“I’ve started to a couple of times but never go through with it.”
“Why?”
He runs a hand through his plush hair. “Their lives are all … flourishing. I don’t want to bring them down.”
“You need to tell them,” I say softly.
Tobias confessed to me about eight months ago that he was having a tough time writing. I wish I had the solution for him.
Holding it in, though, is not a good idea.
“I will.”
“Soon.” I let my voice grow stern as I stare him down. “They might not have the answers, but they will understand and find a way to help. They’re your best friends, Tobias. Tell them.”
“I have only one best friend,” he says, pointing his pen at me. “And she knows about it.”
“You know what I mean.”
He sighs, sliding his computer in front of him and opening it.
I snap it closed.
“Okay, wait, let’s think. What happened two years ago? What were you writing, and what were you doing in life? Let’s find the moment that started this … problem.”
His lips twist as he thinks. “I don't know. I was working on that small-town billionaire’s series, and the final book had just been released, and I was just living life.”
“Come on. Think harder. Be more specific. It can’t be that difficult. Two years ago, I was selling my house and moving in with Griffin, Nora and I were rebranding the company, and you were on a book tour that fall. Maybe something happened during that trip.”
I wait for him to come up with something, but he just stares at me. His eyes narrow briefly before he looks away to open his computer again.
“You've really been living with Griffin for two years?”
