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ME: Over to you, Detective Saunders.
MEGAN: Thank you, Officer Aarons. I’ll report back shortly.
I dipped my head, laughing. That conversation might have been a mistake—when Megan got a bee in her bonnet about something, there was no stopping her going down whatever path she felt she needed to.
It was weird, though.
I shook that off before I ended up finding myself down the same investigative path as her. Instead, to quench my curiosity, I texted my agent to ask.
ME: Hey. Do you know of any link between Yvonne Lewis and Rose?
She replied surprisingly quickly.
ABBY: And here I was, thinking you were texting me with book news.
Everyone was a joker, weren’t they?
ME: Hi, oh great agent of mine! I have words! My retreat is really helping! I’ll have some chapters for Emily in a week! Now, do you know of any link between Yvonne Lewis and Rose?
ABBY: Good to hear. It sounds like you needed this break. You haven’t taken one in years. Even if you are working.
ABBY: And no, I don’t. Why do you ask?
ME: Meg is having huge issues with Yvonne. She keeps throwing down all her ideas and wants her to focus on Rose’s book even though the sales are bad. And she’s teaming up with Rose’s editor to make them buy the rest of the series.
ABBY: Really? Last I knew, she hadn’t sold enough for them to even consider it. That’s why Clockwork dropped her.
ME: That’s what Meg said.
ABBY: Hmm. Interesting. Yvonne never goes to bat for anyone.
ME: Not even her own marketing team, the way Meg’s been talking about her lately. She’s ready to throw her out of the fiftieth-floor window.
ABBY: I might know of a couple of positions opening up soon that Meg is qualified for—one would be a promotion. I’ll reach out to her this week.
Sigh.
I loved my agent.
ME: You’re the best.
ABBY: In exchange, I want words from you.
ME: Yes, boss.
ABBY: Five chapters. Tomorrow.
Oh.
That meant I was going to have to write two chapters by tomorrow, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Sure, my hero and heroine had bumped into each other, and he’d replaced her coffee as an apology, but that was it. I wasn’t quite sure how to bring them back together yet in a way that was believable.
I eyed my computer on the coffee table.
I’d already done a ton of work today, and if I didn’t know now, I wouldn’t know in an hour. I was going to have to pace myself and hope inspiration struck tomorrow morning.
Sod it.
