Sin For me, Daddy.
And yeah… she might just have to stay overnight.
“Umm… here. We have 20 thousand words for the first half of the book. Which is our initial target.”
Twenty thousand words.
Her lips twitched to the side, her eyes thoughtful, the number echoing in her mind.
“Twenty thousand words isn’t too hard,” she murmured, “from now until tomorrow. But proofreading will be the problem.”
“I’ll do that,” Emilia offered gently. “While you type, I’ll help proofread and wipe out any errors—punctuation, grammar, all of it.”