"You never know," Jamie says, one side of his mouth lifting in a grin. "Why not? I'd want to polish it up first, but..."

And in the back of his head is the voice saying, Hey, maybe you should tell Cathy first, because God knows Cathy will kill him if she finds out some other woman knew about the book deal before she did, but the voice is tiny and faint and easily shoved aside. He's excited. He has a fucking right to be happy about this. He worked hard to get to be happy about this. He deserves it.

"Actually, I'm publishing a different book. It just got picked up."