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And though she wanted to reply that he was the strangest man she’d ever encountered in her life and she couldn’t believe everything that had happened and that probably it was best that neither of them had any more bizarre contact ever again, this was not what came out of her all in rush.
No, what came out of her all in a rush was this:
“Oh god, yeah. I can’t wait.”
Hey Mabel,
Okay, first of all, I do not know WHAT is going on. But it isn’t just you—Greg doesn’t seem to be responding to emails at the moment. I can only imagine he’s swamped and that’s why he overlooked the wholeinforming you of a meeting you didn’t know you were attendingthing. Although I can’t rule out your notion that he’s in a bit of hot water and panicked. Don’t worry, though, I’ll get to the bottom of things.
And in the meantime, if things are looking positive on the Alfie front, maybe just run with it? See where it goes? It sounds like he’s of the mind that everything is going ahead, so if you’re okay with it I don’t see why you shouldn’t act as though it is. As long as we can get the contract nailed down soon, and make sure that you’re not just wasting your time, I think it’s worthwhile to try.
Just let me know if you feel otherwise.
It’s a great opportunity, but you know my first priority is you.
Hang in there,
Emmy x
EMMELINE SANDERS
Leafland Literary Agency, Inc.
220 Madison Avenue, Suite 406
New York, NY 10016
leaflandliterary.com
@emmelinesanders
SevenMillennium Falcons Are So Last Season
She didn’t really know what to make of the events of the day before.
Most of them seemed like the plot of a movie she adored.
Like when he’d caught her as she fell.
Had he really caught her as she fell?
She was pretty sure he had, because the back of her dress still had the imprint of his fist practically pressed into it. And she definitely hadn’t hit the ground, like she would have if he hadn’t done anything. No part of her was bruised. She hadn’t broken anything. She was fine, totally fine, and that had been his doing.
But gosh, it seemed mad.
Even though it wasn’t even in the top five mad things that had happened.
Because there was also the stalking, and the reveal about the stalking, and Greg being fricking nuts, and the pepper spray. Then finally, just when she thought there couldn’t be anything more wild—there was his face and the touching and the noise he’d made and oh Jesus,that look in his eyes.
What had that look in his eyes been about?
She didn’t know. She didn’twantto know.
Even though wanting to know was now practically her job description.
You realize you’re going to sit in a room with him for hours on end forcing him to say things that’ll probably make that eye thing happen all over again, her brain helpfully informed her. But the worstpart was—she couldn’t even argue with it. It was right. That was exactly the situation.
And he was going to fucking hate it.
