It hits day after tomorrow. The book does. So ...” She ran her fingers through her perfectly styled streaky blond hair—a sure sign of distress. “God, I’m so nervous. No, make that terrified.” “Why?” “Why? Why? What if it bombs?” “Why would it bomb?” “Well, Jesus, because it sucks?” “It doesn’t suck. You made me read it. I mean, you asked me to read it,” Eve amended, on the chance there was a friendship rule about “made me.” “For accuracy since the Icove case was mine. Which I did. It didn’t suck, and it was accurate.” “Great, it doesn’t suck.” Nadine tossed up her hands. “Fabulous. I wonder if
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