Chapter Seven
No Place to Hide
He knocked twice before I heard the sound, the second knock louder than the first. Patrick stunned me just by being there. I’d only left him an hour before, after a long and very stressful day going over two problematic chapters in his book. I had thought when I walked out, with his grumbling complaints still ringing in my ears, that we needed a break. For three days we’d been battling back and forth about the direction of the novel. Not that I actually had any say. But I did have strong opinions. If I tried to hold them back, he sensed I was editing my comments and he forced me to speak the truth—which he really didn’t want to hear. No wonder he couldn’t keep assistants long. His editing process was grueling, and if I could get him to change a single word,
