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I don’t blame him for disposing of me back to my room as soon as he got the chance. He probably thinks I’m a train wreck.
Brynn: It’s not the kind of “sleeping” you have in mind. I made a complete fool out of myself, and now I don’t know how I’m going to face him this morning.
I see a call coming through.
It’s the first time that I’ve had reception long enough to answer a call.
Sheridan calling…
“Hi—” I start but Sheridan cuts me off immediately.
“Brynn! He's totally into you. What else has happened while you’ve been there?” she asks.
She wouldn't be saying that if she saw the way he scowls at me.
“Nothing. Except that he saw me naked in the shower when I screamed bloody murder when the lights went out and he rushed in thinking I was in trouble.”
“Oh, poor you. A big, manly hockey player keeps coming to your rescue. You’re right, that must be so unbearable for you.”
Maybe… just maybe, I can see how this might sound to someone on the outside. That Seven keeps finding ways of saving me. But she’s not here to see how he never smiles at me or how he risked his life out in high winds just to avoid being inside the house with me.
He’s tried to place me with two different friends without any success and I could tell by the look on his face how disappointed he was to be stuck with me still.
“I’m telling you, this guy can barely stand me binging here.”
“At the very least, he’s giving you great material for your book. Your writer’s block should be cured by now. The way you described the first brother, Colston, in this new series, he's got that Seven Wrenley energy written all over him. He seems cold and needs a warm woman to thaw him. You can work with this.”
She isn’t wrong.
Colston, my male character in the first book, has that smoldering personality. He’s the tattooed brother who rides back into town on his motorcycle after getting a letter from a lawyer stating that he has five half-brothers whom he never knew about.
“Maybe if I squint really hard, I can find some kind of inspiration," I say sarcastically.
“That’s the attitude,” she teases. “Go get him, tiger.”
“Wish me luck. I’m going to find Seven, apologize for last night and then get back to writing. If you haven’t heard from me in twenty-four hours, I probably died from embarrassment. Don’t bother sending out a recovery team.”
“So we’ve decided on the dramatic route… good. I’m glad to see we’re taking the mature course of action.”
If she were in my shoes, she would understand how bad this whole thing is.
She isn’t staying with a man who has seen her completely naked and held her all night because of a panic attack.
“You know me so well.”
“Keep me posted on your writing whenever you get reception. I’d love daily updates on your word count. And if you get lucky enough to have internet access, send me any new chapters you can.”
Sheridan is my agent and not the editor that my publisher uses, but she's highly invested in my success, and I love the notes she gives me during my first round of drafts.
“I will, I promise.”
“You got this girl. I believe in you. Never forget that. This story is going to flow out of you. You just need to find what inspires you to write about love again. I know that’s hard right now.”
She’s right.
I love Daniel so much, and it seems like it’s far easier to write about love when you’re in it—when you feel it.
“You’re right.”
