Page 33 of Summer Swoon


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“How do you know she’s dating anyone?”

“Because she’s an accent whore just like her mama. Those guys would be hard to resist.”

I stuck my tongue out to punctuate my words then took a sip of wine. Anjannette opened her mouth to say something but I waved my hand in front of my camera to halt her words.

“Enough about me. Tell me what’s going on at the studio.”

Eventually I’ll have to figure out how Max and I are going to handle the end of the summer, but I’ll put that off for as long as I can.

* * *

Max

“Sorry about the takeout.I’d planned on cooking, but ended up working later than planned.”

I’d had just enough time to pick up the food, get home, and take a quick shower before Eve arrived.

“No, this is great.”

We spread the assortment of appetizers I’d brought home from Mo’s Seafood and Chowder out on the coffee table.

“Rough day?” she asked as she filled her plate.

“No, the opposite actually,” I said as I did the same. “Pop planned on the job taking two days, but by three o’clock, we were eighty percent finished, so we decided to push and finish today.” I smiled. “That means I have tomorrow off.”

“That’s a nice surprise.”

“It definitely is.” I popped a piece of shrimp in my mouth and settled against the arm of the couch. “How’d the writing go today?”

“Wonderful. I finished the dark moment right before I headed over here.”

Before meeting Eve, I wouldn’t have had a clue what that means. But now I know it’s the point in the book where the happily-ever-after is in peril. I also know that it means she’s at least three-quarters done writing the book.

“That’s awesome.”

“I’m so happy the words are flowing again. When I couldn’t write, I was so scared my career was over.” She chuckled. “I wouldn’t know how to act if I had to go out and get arealjob.”

“From what you’ve told me about writing and marketing books, your job is as real as it gets.”

“You know what they say, ‘Love what you do and you won’t work a day in your life.’”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

“Do you love being a handyman?”

I thought about how to answer that as I finished chewing a crab rangoon.

“Love is a strong word. I mean, I enjoy the work. But what I like most about it is working with Pop.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“He seems like a curmudgeonly old coot sometimes, but he invited me to move in with him when I had nowhere to go and no plan. Then he hired me as his assistant and had the patience of a saint as he taught me the necessary skills.”

“So you didn’t take classes or anything?”

“Nope, Pop taught me everything I know.”

I finished the last bite on my plate and set it on the coffee table. Before Eve asked more about my education or work background, I decided to change the subject.

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