Chapter Thirty-Two ~ Zoey
“I’m thinking a pen name would be best. This book is so different from your others, that I don’t think the readers will cross with you, and it’s probably best not to try and market it to your young fans. Don’t you agree? … Zoey?”
I looked up from the doodle I’d been drawing on my napkin and flushed, embarrassed to be caught not paying attention by my agent.
“Sorry, Jen,” I replied, sitting up taller in my seat and moving my napkin under the table to hide it. I was sure she’d already seen it, but I still felt the need to act like a child caught in the act. “Um, yeah, a pen name would probably be best.”
Jen sighed and took a sip of her dry martini. She was used to my quirks and the way I succumbed easily to distractions, but the look on her face told me that she
