11
Quinn
Jagger: Shorts and tank top. I won’t object to a sundress though.
I shake my head, sliding out from behind my desk, looking out the window. The older couple who live next door are returning from their evening walk. How do they do it? Maybe in order to hit my deadline I should ask them if I can interview them. Give me a real-life happily ever after.
Right as I’m contemplating letting my neighbors know how nutty I am, my email pings from my computer. I sit back down in my office chair, sliding up to my desk.
Fuck.
To: Quinn Ryan
From: Wendy Plymouth
RE: Book TWO
Hey! I’m ready for your manuscript. Do you need to talk it through? Contact me ASAP.
I re-read the email three more times, my stomach twisting and my breath growing shallow. Clicking off my email to my screen, I st
