Chapter TwelveSam tapped a pencil on his teeth, thinking. “That might work.” He looked down at his rat's nest of notes. “In fact, that will help with the layout of the later chapters if I do more of the travel bit up front.” He started scribbling. “Thanks.”
Ellie didn't look up from her laptop where she was starting another flurry of typing. “You're welcome.”
Three weeks to deadline, and they were getting down to the wire. They were sitting across from each other at a table in the college's main library. One of the older buildings on campus, it had gotten a much-needed renovation a few years ago. Still the same oak-framed windows and polished floors he remembered when he was in school, but with new walls and modern technology. An occasional student passed through the stacks, giving them
