Chapter Twenty-Seven
For an emerging romance writer, Jessica was, at her core, a practical woman. Having made up her mind to finish the book, sell it, and move on into the area of fiction, she threw herself into finishing it. She laid in enough groceries to host a football team, turned off the ringer on her telephone, shut down her cell phone, disconnected from the Internet, and settled in to work.
Totally undisturbed, she flew through the pages. In a matter of days, she knew, this book would be behind her forever. If the sales figures on the first couple of books were any indication, she was well on her way to a new, if somewhat unusual, career. If she lamented the fact that Larry wasn’t going to be a part of that new life, she did so quietly and only when she wasn’t otherwise occupied.
