Three months later.
“You’re pregnant?”
Claire smiled sheepishly, her hand caressing her little bump as she faced her editor for the first time in the flesh. “I’ve read the contract; this is in no way a violation.”
Natalie laughed. “I was just surprised. I remember your status as single.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t mean one can’t be pregnant.”
“I know, I know,” Natalia chuckled. “I’m sorry,” she says, her gaze lifting from Claire and to her blinking smartphone. She turned the gadget upside down. “I get it now.” She sips the frappe Claire ordered for her. “So this is why you don’t want to use your real name and have a book signing event?”
“Not really,” she answered, shrugging. Still hiding from some billionaire, that’s why. “I’m just… shy.”
Natalie raised an eyebrow, obviously un
