‘I’ve never heard of her.’ I lifted my phone and typed the other Maeve’s name into the search bar. Her face was shrewd and beautiful. There were dozens of photos, but she wasn’t smiling in any of them. I clicked on her Wikipedia entry. ‘Hey! It says here Maeve Brennan went crazy,’ I pointed out.
‘She was unstable,’ Tyler allowed. ‘I blame it on the patriarchy.’
‘Sure you do.’
‘Usually that line works pretty well,’ he protested. I laughed and burrowed deeper into the crook of his arm.
‘What brought you upstate?’ I wondered aloud. ‘You’re obviously engaged in books and film and music… Are you working on any side projects? Any writing? Not that the restaurant-bar combo isn’t enough in its own right…’ I trailed off, blushing. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel like I thought
