Page 18 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Good.” Alex grinned then tapped his phone. “Damn! It’s almost midnight. I need to get home and get some beauty sleep.”
I gave a teary chuckle. “We both know you’re beautiful no matter how much sleep you get.”
He gave a resolute nod as we stood and crossed to the bar to close our tabs. “Damn straight. And don’t you forget it.”
February 27th
Cameron,
Your favorite color is red, huh? I can get behind that.
Oh god.
That could be taken completely the wrong way. Or the right way? We should get to the “bottom” of this. *blushes*
Fuck. Ignore me.
I’ve had a rough few weeks, so I’m punchy—let’s chalk it up to that. Work’s been super busy. My company hired someone to work with me in December, and he’s amazing and even became my work bestie, but somehow I’m more busy now, if that’s even possible. Ugh.
I promise I love my job. I do. Most days.
I still can’t believe you work for yourself—that’s incredible. I mean, authors have to have a bit of entrepreneur in them, I suppose. Or a lot. *grin*
I can only imagine all the things you have to do just to write, publish, and market a book. My head is spinning just thinking about it. If you ever need someone to talk to about any of it, I’m always here. Vent anytime.
Sorry this is so short, but I need to get to bed so I can fall asleep before my head hits the pillow and get up early to do it all over again.
Always,
S.M.C.
P.S. Hope I made you laugh instead of making you run away, delete all my emails, and block my address. You said TMI was cool, and I’m too tired to rewrite it. So you’re welcome.
P.P.S. Please don’t block my address.
P.P.P.S. I’m not as desperate as I sound, I promise.
P.P.P.P.S. Shutting up now.
March 1st
S.M.C.,
First, I meant what I said about no TMI. Your email had me laughing so hard I was crying.
Second, sorry I didn’t respond right away. Tax season is the worst. Someday, I won’t have to do this anymore! *fingers crossed*
Thanks for offering your listening services. I might just take you up on that once I can get my brain together. Though . . . confession time.
I haven’t written in months. Since you get my email newsletters—thanks for assuring me that it was totally okay to have no chill during our freak snowstorm a few months back—you know I postponed my release. What I didn’t fully share is that I haven’t written a word since Jay and Jesse’s book was published. It’s killing me, and I feel like I’ve cut off a limb. I desperately want to get back to it, but I just can’t see how to unlock whatever’s been holding me back.
Sigh.
Anyway, this email will be short, too, since my deadlines have deadlines and my client work is never-ending right now. We can talk more once I’m out of the seventh circle of tax season hell.
Always,
Cameron
