“What are you writing?” he asked instead. My lips parted. “A romance novel.” I didn’t expect him to know who I was or what I wrote. Men weren’t typically part of my target audience, not to mention I envisioned Ranger to be a nonfiction kind of guy. “Your thirty-second book, I believe?” he asked without missing a beat. I swayed against the door, not expecting him to know who I was, let alone any details of my career. Then again, cancel culture was the kind of thing that spread like wildfire, so who knew? Maybe Sydney Ward’s infamous fall from fame had made it all the way to Wisdom. “Yeah…” My
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