Her publishers were really impressed with her cougar story. They needed a title and some edits and everything else that came with writing. She checked her watch. She had the rest of the morning to do some chores. She glanced at her phone, begging for it to ring but again it stayed silent. He’d left the morning after, before she had even woken. He left no notes, nothing. Jack Hill had given her some experiences all right. The moment she had woken up, her mind had been buzzing with ideas. Within no time her cougar story had been written and put out of her mind. But Jack stayed firmly in place. Never before had she shared her work with anyone the way she had with him. The intimacy had been hard to ignore. She owned him more than a phone call, more than her silence. She shouldn’t have just cancelled all of her other massage appointments as if he meant nothing to her. In truth she barely knew him but she wanted to get to know him. He was smart and funny and he didn’t take the piss out of her for being an erotic romance writer.
