Page 73 of Trust Again

I feigned a moan. “That would be totally hot.”

He yelled it so loud that my ear was ringing. “How was that?”

“I thought you were out on the street.”

“I am. One woman just fainted, a man just nearly ran me over, and all the children within a five-mile radius have just added a word to their growing vocabulary. Tonight their parents will come looking for me with torches and pitchforks.”

“What a hero.”

“I do what I can,” he replied, and I detected a grin in his tone. “When will you be back?”

“I wanted to come back tonight.”

“Should we meet up tomorrow?” Spencer asked.

My heart sped up. “Gladly.”

“Cool.”

“I agree.”

“If you’re okay with it, I’m going to keep running. The unconscious woman just passed me and I can’t bear the shame a second longer.”

“Sure. Sorry I kept you so long.”

“Cut the crap, Dawn. You can always call me if something’s on your mind. Or if you can’t sleep and feel like having noncommittal phone sex.”

I sat up with a start. “Spence!”

“Just saying.” He grinned.

Well, I couldn’t see him grin, but I could hear and somehow even feel it. A dangerous warmth spread through my chest and my heart made a strange leap.

“See you tomorrow, Sweetie.”

“Till then.”

Chapter 25

Dear Dawn,

I think you attached the wrong file to your email. Instead of sending me the assignment I gave you, you sent the first chapter of a romance novel. I doubt that was intended for me, am I right? Well, of course I looked at it briefly anyway. You have a real talent for exciting dialogue and tension between protagonists. Great! If you like, I’d also be happy to give you more detailed feedback on the style and your narrative perspective. But I’d still like to get the correct document from you.

All the best,

Nolan

No. No, that couldn’t have happened!

Quickly, I clicked on my outbox and checked the message I’d sent to Nolan that morning.

Oh my God.

I’d actually sent him the first three chapters ofAbout Us. And I’d sent my test reader Nolan’s homework assignment. Impossible, but true.

Could I please be struck by lightning right now? I pounded my forehead on the counter and cursed immediately because it hurt.

“What’s the problem now?” Sawyer asked, huffily.

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