“Cooper,” she says, blushing. “What?” I say. “It is, and I read so you know I’m not lying. It’s a romance novel.” The woman gives us an interested look. “We have a creative writing group that meets here twice a month,” she says. “Do you go to McKee? You could join us.” “Um, I’d . . .” Penny gives me a wild-eyed look. “She’d love to,” I finish.
