Page 113 of The Attraction File

Oh. Well, now I felt dumb.

“But that doesn’t explain the iced tea. I know I didn’t write iced tea into one of my books.” I put my hand on my hip showing my irritation. Knowing I was more irritated with myself than my mom or Edgar at that point.

“When was the last time you updated your author bio?”

“Just answer the question, Mom. This has nothing to do with my bio.”

She groaned at me and stormed off. I shrugged and began to tear open the envelope. My mother reappeared with one of my books, slamming it face down in front of me. She pointed to my author bio.

That’s when I saw how I had referenced iced tea. Explaining the inspiration for the shortbread biscuits in my latest novel The Scottish Prince came from my happiest memories where I felt safe and loved. Sitting on the porch of our home growing up with my mom in the summer, sipping iced tea and eating sugar cookies.

I glanced up at my mom. “So I’m an idiot.”

She shook her head smirking.

I pulled out the letter.

My love,

I have been trying to talk to you but you are never around. Have you gotten my messages? I am assuming no. When you told me about the baby, I was shocked and regret how I reacted to the news. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you now more than ever. Even if you don’t love me, please know I want you in my life with the baby. I want to be a father, and I hope you trust me enough to be a good father to our child.

Please, don’t leave. I want to be a family together.

Love No Matter What,

Edgar

Now I felt like the biggest moron alive.

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