“Want to know what I told her?”

“What did you say?” I ask cautiously, as I take a sip of my tea.

“I told her that you’re amazing in spite of her, not because of her.”

My eyes leak. Twin tears stream down my cheeks, and I don’t even bother to stop them. I set down my tea, reach across the table, cup his cheeks, and kiss him hard.

Passionately.

Till my tears stop.

When I let go, his lips look bruised and swollen, and his expression is dazed. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Courtney was so right. Flynn is a once-in-a-blue-moon man. That’s one of the many reasons why I tell him my new plan. There’s something incredibly freeing about having a partner to share ideas with.

“I think it’s brilliant. You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.”

That’s a brand-new position for me to be in, but I like it. I like this feeling a whole hell of a lot as I head downtown.

35

Sabrina

I’m early for my meeting with Kermit. I read till he arrives.

He’s on time, showing up at three on the dot, and I close my e-book.

The spitting image of Seth Rogen down to the glasses, the unruly beard, and the curly hair, he sits across from me at a coffee shop. “It’s about fucking time,” he barks.

Be cool. Be professional.

“Hello, Kermit. You wanted to meet with me, and I’m here. But the first thing you need to know is I’m involved with Flynn Parker. It’s that simple, and my story isn’t going to run in Up Next.”

“Obviously, since they went under yesterday.”

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes, they did. That means if you were going to try to hold the piece over my head because of something you know about Flynn and me, that’s not possible.”

He laughs derisively. “You think I have time for that shit?”

His response surprises me, but I stay the course. “I don’t know what you have time for,” I say, keeping it cool.

“I couldn’t care less who you screw.”

I blink. “Okay. Good. That’s how it should be,” I say, as evenly as I can.

He cracks up, scrubbing his hand over his beard. “Is that why you thought I wanted to see you? You can be blowing Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates at the same damn time for all I care. I don’t give a damn about your personal life.”

He really is a dick, but I weirdly admire it. He makes no bones about it. But even though he’s gruff, I like his standards—I’m thrilled that my personal life holds zero interest to him.

“Good,” I say with a professional smile. “I wanted to get that out of the way because I have a pitch for you.”

He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. “Go on.”

“I believe you were interested in covering Flynn Parker.”

“That’s fair to say.”

“I happen to have a fabulous story on him that’s well-researched, well-written, and, as you would say, absolutely fucking awesome.”