Had she seen the shirtless photo of Adam? The Facebook exchange from last night? When Mia lifted her eyes to Jenna’s, her expression was unreadable. “Wh-what’s what?” Jenna stammered. “This article about bestselling author G.G. Buckingham and her Panty Dropper series. That’s Aunt Gertie, right?” “Right,” Jenna said, sagging against the counter in relief. “I mean, no one else knows that, and I haven’t talked to her about the bestseller thing, but—” “This article says someone’s outed the author—that they’ve discovered her secret identity.” “Wait, what?” Mia looked back at the screen and began to read. “‘According to an anonymous source, the reclusive G.G. Buckingham is actually an elderly man living in rural Canada. Calls to Buckingham’s agent went unanswered, but if reports turn out to be true, this could be a juicy twist in the summer’s runaway bestseller about kinky sex and secret liaisons.’”
