Brynn let out a low whistle as I twirled and did a little curtsy for her. “It’s your dress; of course I look amazing,” I said with a wink. We clinked wine glasses and took one last sip before we were off to Purple Moon to celebrate the success of Stolen Ivory’s debut weekend. It had already broken into the USA and New York Times bestseller lists, but we’d also received word the author had signed off on a movie deal with Brynn and Collin. I couldn’t wait to see the screenplay Brynn was getting ready to start on. “Maybe there’ll be a single guy tonight who will catch one of those pretty green eyes of yours?” I looked over at her and let out a sigh. “God, let’s hope so.” We both let out a laugh, but we were quickly interrupted when Collin came into the kitchen, telling us we’d better go if we didn’t want to be late. “Emma, how’s the apartment treating you?” Collin asked as we headed down the elevator to the first floor. “Collin, I love it. I really do. It’s perfect, and amazing, and just ...
