First Class Male
Raven West
“Absolutely. I have some incredible news to tell you, but I’d much rather do it over a bottle of champagne than over the phone.”
“Champagne again? Any more good news and I’ll have to join AA!”
“Well, if my news goes as well as I think it will, they’ll probably have two new members. I’ll call you.”
Rachel finished drying her hair, got dressed and went into the living room, where she unpacked a large box of old, dusty files. It was sweet of Alex to suggest a way for her to get ideas for her next novel, but he really had no clue how complex the writing process was. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she had already gone through several closed case files even before she’d returned to the cabin. She picked out some of the more colorful cases she had prosecuted and started going through the yellowed pages, taking notes and jarring her memory. Within an hour, she had typed a preliminary outline for Guilty Pleasures.