“Not that I know of. I’m just looking for reasons like you are. Listen, you have the world at your feet. Forget about Jake’s opinion. It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re absolutely right. I just . . . no, it really doesn’t matter. And if Jake wants to ditch that carving, we need to find someone who would be thrilled to have it.” She had another thought. “Do you want to keep it?”
“Knowing what it’s worth . . . I don’t. Thanks, anyway, but it would make me a nervous wreck. I couldn’t tell anybody, and you know how talkative I get after a couple of beers. I’d end up blabbing about it to somebody, and then I’d have to install a sophisticated alarm system, and then—”
“Chaos. Jake Hunter has created chaos.”
“Just remember that he didn’t throw it in the fire. He could have done that and we’d never know.”
“You’re right, and I’m grateful he didn’t. Call me if and when he brings it over. I’ll come and pick it up. Then we’ll decide what to do next.” With another sigh she resumed her grocery shopping.
When she came to the candy display, she loaded up. Now that Jake was discarding her work, watching him skinny-dip would bring more pain than pleasure, so that nightly pleasure would go the way of the dodo bird. In order to compensate, she’d need a lot more chocolate.
New York Times bestseller Vicki Lewis Thompson is extremely fortunate to be doing work she loves. She’s even luckier to be living in the digital age, which allows her to talk with readers around the world. Even though she lives in the middle of the Arizona desert, she’s able to connect with readers in Little Rock or London, Pittsburgh or Paris. She’s learned that those who enjoy her books are optimistic souls who believe in the possibility of happily ever after. So does she, and that’s why she’ll continue to write stories that end that way.
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