I put in my resignation. As much as I once loved the Auburn campus, the memories of Trevor and Dr. Barrett have tarnished it. Besides, Saint was right. I’ve been guarding my heart my entire life, refusing to go after what I love out of fear. I love books. So I’m going to become a literary agent—S.T. Nicholson’s literary agent—and get him the best fucking book deal he’s ever signed. His next book is going to blow up, and even if it doesn’t, he won’t care.
