“Already asked,” he says, stepping around the podium to stand beside me. “And while we’re on it, I finished your manuscript last night.” I raise a hopeful brow. “And?” “The timeline has some issues. The secondary characters are weak. But, I’ll grant, the hook is strong.” “Is that so?” I say and give him a playful punch on the arm. “Gently, Mrs. Pennington.” He rubs his arm with a grin. “You’re wearing diamonds.”
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