Chapter 3The following two weeks of editing and rewriting with Erica morphed into three weeks. Three weeks of late nights, meeting up on weekends, and enough coffee to give a toddler a heart attack. There was barely time to think about Tas, although there were moments when Dane’s mind did wander. And Erica always seemed to catch them.
“Okay. Who is he?” she asked, taking a drag on her fiftieth cigarette of the day. For despite her protestations that “I only smoke when I’m stressed,” Dane had to wonder.
“Who is who?”
“The guy behind that little smile that slips onto your face when you stare into space like that.”
Dane couldn’t help smirking. “Who says it’s a guy? I could be thinking of rewrites, edits. Fun things like that. Enough to make anyone smile.”
Erica sucked her teeth and shook
