“I don’t think I can,” I admit.
“I saw the way the sheriff looked at you at the wake,” Janice says with a wink. “He barely took his eyes off you the whole time.”
“He cares about me. We care about each other,” I say with a shrug.
I opened my heart to Sam like I’ve never done before. I know he’s gone, but wrapping up the story for the sake of a happily ever after, would that be fair to him? I wrote a story.Our story.
Does my heroine stay single forever? No. That would suck. But she’s not looking for a relationship any time soon.Much like me.
“Well, I think your ending was spot-on,” Britt says with a heart-warming smile. “The whole thing was. It’s a fitting tribute to your relationship, and to Sam.”
“Thank you, Britt.” I knew out of everyone, she would understand.
“You portrayed the emotions so vividly,” Hannah says. “I have to admit once I finished, I had a hard time getting out of bed the next morning. It was as if I’d lostmyboyfriend.”
“I’ve gotta say, I’m used to writing a fair bit of sex in my novels,” Leonie pipes in, “but with your book, whilst they didn’t get it on that much, when they did it was hot, and jam-packed with emotion.”
My face prickles with heat. I’ve pretty much detailed mine and Sam’s sexy times for public consumption. It’s all a part of our story.
“So, what’s next?” Leonie asks.
I clear my throat and straighten my spine. “I’ll polish it up the best I can, and then I’ll submit it to a few publishers.”
“Ooh, so exciting!” Hannah says. “I can see this one on the shelf already. It’ll be my turn to fangirl you!”
I blow Hannah a kiss. “Here’s hoping.”
Over the next few days, I do a re-read and hone in on the final chapters.
I know in my heart how the story has to end.