“Oh,” I say in surprise, feeling a surge of both shock and revulsion toward Giselle. “Yes, that. Well . . .” Quick, Savannah. Think. What were you doing sitting with an editor at LOA? During work hours? With an editor of romance? Why . . . I feel the panic within me rising as any plausible response falls short. All eyes are on me, including those of Giselle, who’s sitting coolly in her chair, a simpering smile thinly veiled as she holds her silver tumbler to her lips. “I asked her to.” Everyone at the table turns to Will in surprise, including me.
STOP I LOVE HIM
