Page 102 of The Moment We Know

Seeing that Valerie was slightly embarrassed at the faux pas, Paige waved it off, even though she’d liked hearing herself referred to as Valerie’s daughter-in-law in the present tense. “Thank you. It was adapted from all my therapy journals.”

“Have you considered writing anything else?”

“Oddly enough, David asked me the same thing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I told him I hadn’t really given it much thought, and he said I should write something fictional, like a rom-com—”

“He actually said ‘rom-com’?”

“He did, which was pretty funny. But what was funnier, was when he changed his mind and suggested I write a historical romance, instead.”

“Oh, my God, yes, you should. I love those.”

Paige chuckled at Valerie’s wide-eyed exuberance, which was likely enhanced by her steady wine consumption. “He even came up with a couple of really good ideas,” Paige said, before sharing the plots of The Duke and the Cowgirl and The Highlander’s Countess in great detail.

Valerie was practically wheezing by the time Paige was done. “Both of those sound amazing, but I vote for the one about the highlander. It’s all about the highlander for me—I will literally read any book with a man wearing a kilt on the cover. I’m not even joking.”

That immediately led to a deep discussion about Outlander, and whether or not the books were better than the show, or vice versa. In the end, they agreed the show was better because:

Men wearing kilts.

Murtagh lives.

Being able to hear the Scottish accents.

The ‘Wedding’ episode in the first season.

Sam Heughan.

The last point brought on a fairly heated debate over who was hotter—young Jamie, or older Jamie. Surprisingly, Valerie preferred the young version, and Paige the older one. “It’s the long hair,” she said with a shrug, only to freeze slightly as she spotted Jacob standing in the doorway, watching the two women with interest.

Valerie was the one to step in. “Do you need something, honey?” she asked gently.

“A glass of milk. Please.”

“Of course.”

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