Goal for now: prepare for sleep, look after the cats, and read.
Excerpt The Gingerbread House:
Keren's gaze settled on Jared's face again, her china-blue eyes wide with shock, before she reached for the pile of business cards resting on the desk between them. She took one, read it and then returned it. The only change in her face was her color. She’d paled. Her freckles stood out in stark contrast to the white of her flawless skin."You've changed your last name." It wasn't a question."Can you blame me?""No."He took a pencil and put it to his lips. When he’d first started writing the script, he’d imagined the different ways she might react to his pet project.Project? His teeth bit into the pencil, tasting lead and paint. He’d built a shrine to the one moment in time that had driven a wedge so completely and thoroughly between them; the agony of the memory made him catch his breath every time he thought about it.
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