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Authors: Elodie Chase
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not compared with the advice of a friend.
"I know you've been lonely," David said, "but maybe being lonely is a lot better than being with the wrong guy."
"I know," I said again, this time the sadness in my own voice making my bottom lip tremble as I brought myself to the verge of tears. "Sometimes you can want something so badly, all of the bad stuff doesn't seem to count when you look at them, you know?"
"I know," he said, echoing me, his voice sounding every bit as lost and alone as mine did.
"I've got to go," I said, running my hand along the fabric of the black dress one last time. "But thanks for calling. I'm really glad I called you back."
"Me too."
"I needed to talk to you, I suppose," I told him.
"Me too. Take care, Beth."
"I will," I said, ending the call and putting the phone back into my purse.
He was right. Logan was an interesting fantasy, a fun thing to take out, play with for a while and then put away, but he wasn't much more than a guilty pleasure when you got down to it. There wasn't a long, loving relationship in the cards for the women that fell for the Logan Mercados of the world. Not unless they rolled the dice and won, having fought a long, uphill battle to get to their happily ever after.
No, if I wanted to write a story about love , I was going to have to catch a cab back home in my bathrobe and try again.
I took the dress off and put my robe back on. When I left the changing room, I wasn't surprised at all to find Logan and his limousine gone. The store was still empty, but when I let the front door swing shut behind me on my way out, I heard the lock click into place.
I used my phone to call for a taxi.
Somewhere out there in the big wide world, Gina Huxley was doing her thing. Maybe she was having lunch, my growling stomach suggested. Maybe not. But wherever she was, she had a note from me in her possession that had been truer than I'd ever have believed yesterday when I'd written it.
After having met her, I had a feeling my life would be changed forever.
Chapter 14
Once I got home, the first thing I did was put some clothes on.
The second thing I did was go to the laptop. The manuscript with Logan Mercado and the innocent-for-now Emma in it was still on the screen, and I hovered my mouse over the Delete button.
Should I?
I shook my head, saving them instead in a folder labelled Scraps and Works in Progress . Just because he wasn't the sort of guy who would make my world complete didn't mean he wasn't meant for someone else. I knew that there was every chance legions of readers would go head-over-heels for him, and perhaps rightly so. They didn't have to spend the rest of their lives with him, after all.
Still, he was the way he was because I'd written him that way. I had no right to condemn him to the recycle bin simply for being a dominating, sometimes pompous ass. He was doing what I'd told him to do, no more and no less.
I'd tossed my purse on the bed, and I dug through it now for the notebook I'd been using yesterday at the cafe when I'd been taking notes on what Gina had been saying. After all, just because the first idea I'd tried hadn't worked out for my next book didn't mean that there wasn't merit in anything else that she'd said.
Macho Werebear , I'd written. Far North. Loner.
And beneath it, Gina's third pitch. Badass Biker looking for Redemption .
"Let's go with the bear," I said out loud. The biker was much too close to reality, and I was hoping that if I wrote something paranormal there'd be less chance of me conjuring him up for real. Werebears don't actually exist, or so I like to tell myself. Making a billionaire appear out of nowhere was one thing, but making a Bear Shifter into real flesh and fur was totally different.
It was bullshit. I knew that. But if I had to be afraid of everything I ever wrote
"I know you've been lonely," David said, "but maybe being lonely is a lot better than being with the wrong guy."
"I know," I said again, this time the sadness in my own voice making my bottom lip tremble as I brought myself to the verge of tears. "Sometimes you can want something so badly, all of the bad stuff doesn't seem to count when you look at them, you know?"
"I know," he said, echoing me, his voice sounding every bit as lost and alone as mine did.
"I've got to go," I said, running my hand along the fabric of the black dress one last time. "But thanks for calling. I'm really glad I called you back."
"Me too."
"I needed to talk to you, I suppose," I told him.
"Me too. Take care, Beth."
"I will," I said, ending the call and putting the phone back into my purse.
He was right. Logan was an interesting fantasy, a fun thing to take out, play with for a while and then put away, but he wasn't much more than a guilty pleasure when you got down to it. There wasn't a long, loving relationship in the cards for the women that fell for the Logan Mercados of the world. Not unless they rolled the dice and won, having fought a long, uphill battle to get to their happily ever after.
No, if I wanted to write a story about love , I was going to have to catch a cab back home in my bathrobe and try again.
I took the dress off and put my robe back on. When I left the changing room, I wasn't surprised at all to find Logan and his limousine gone. The store was still empty, but when I let the front door swing shut behind me on my way out, I heard the lock click into place.
I used my phone to call for a taxi.
Somewhere out there in the big wide world, Gina Huxley was doing her thing. Maybe she was having lunch, my growling stomach suggested. Maybe not. But wherever she was, she had a note from me in her possession that had been truer than I'd ever have believed yesterday when I'd written it.
After having met her, I had a feeling my life would be changed forever.
Chapter 14
Once I got home, the first thing I did was put some clothes on.
The second thing I did was go to the laptop. The manuscript with Logan Mercado and the innocent-for-now Emma in it was still on the screen, and I hovered my mouse over the Delete button.
Should I?
I shook my head, saving them instead in a folder labelled Scraps and Works in Progress . Just because he wasn't the sort of guy who would make my world complete didn't mean he wasn't meant for someone else. I knew that there was every chance legions of readers would go head-over-heels for him, and perhaps rightly so. They didn't have to spend the rest of their lives with him, after all.
Still, he was the way he was because I'd written him that way. I had no right to condemn him to the recycle bin simply for being a dominating, sometimes pompous ass. He was doing what I'd told him to do, no more and no less.
I'd tossed my purse on the bed, and I dug through it now for the notebook I'd been using yesterday at the cafe when I'd been taking notes on what Gina had been saying. After all, just because the first idea I'd tried hadn't worked out for my next book didn't mean that there wasn't merit in anything else that she'd said.
Macho Werebear , I'd written. Far North. Loner.
And beneath it, Gina's third pitch. Badass Biker looking for Redemption .
"Let's go with the bear," I said out loud. The biker was much too close to reality, and I was hoping that if I wrote something paranormal there'd be less chance of me conjuring him up for real. Werebears don't actually exist, or so I like to tell myself. Making a billionaire appear out of nowhere was one thing, but making a Bear Shifter into real flesh and fur was totally different.
It was bullshit. I knew that. But if I had to be afraid of everything I ever wrote
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