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Emma. “Why don’t you take those with you and look them over? Let us know what you see your work being translated to: TV series or film. I’m not sure what your plans are for the rest of the day, but we have meetings with two networks and a producer who want to pitch and we’d love for you both to sit in on them.”
    “We’d love to,” Caroline answered for both of them.
    Crap .
    “Actually, um, I need to make a phone call.” Emma stood and started towards the large glass door that led out into the hallway.
    Stepping into the corridor, she pulled her phone out of her purse as several people bustled by her. The hall didn’t offer much privacy, but it was better than making the call in a room of six people who were all staring at her.
    Pressing her finger to plug her left ear, she held her phone to the right one as it rang. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and it had nothing to do with the possible optioning of her series and everything to do with the person on the other end of the ringing.
    “Hey,” Logan answered, sounding casual and relaxed, like they spoke to each other on a daily basis.
    “Hi.” Emma cringed when she heard her own voice. Breathless McBreathy was back in full effect.
    How could he sound so calm and collected when she sounded like she’d just run a half marathon!? She needed to get a grip. Open her mouth, make words come out that weren’t Jane Mansfield-esque.
    “How’s everything going?” Logan’s deep tone vibrated through her, doing nothing to help her sound less affected.
    Straightening her back, she let out a small puff of air as she attempted to gather her wits—a.k.a. her hormones—and get them under some kind of control. “Good, actually. That’s why I’m calling. I have the opportunity to meet with several networks and a producer that are interested in optioning my series. I’d planned on being on a plane in an hour, and I still can. That’s no problem. But I was wondering if—”
    “Stay as long as you need to stay. We’re fine. Right?”
    There was a rustling sound before she heard her son yell happily, “We’re good, Mom!”
    Tears immediately sprang to her eyes. Not just because she missed her son. She did, but that wasn’t causing the waterworks. No, she was misty because she hadn’t heard her son sound that happy in…she couldn’t remember.
    For the last couple of years, her happy-go-lucky boy had turned quiet. Withdrawn. Serious. He used to laugh and joke around all the time, but lately, if he wasn’t at an after school or sport activity, he just wanted to be in his room. They used to have movie nights, bowling nights, and game nights, but for a while now, he’d been making excuses—usually schoolwork—to get out of them. Hearing him sound so carefree and happy lifted the boulder of worry and doubt that had decided to live resting on Emma’s chest.
    “See? We’re fine,” Logan repeated in assurance.
    “Okay. I’ll keep you posted. I’ll try to get a red-eye tonight.” Emma blinked back the tears pooling in her lids as her chest filled with so much gratitude it felt like a balloon that was about to pop. “Thanks again, Logan. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
    “It’s no problem, really. Good luck with everything, and congratulations, Emma.”
    She tried not to read too much into Logan’s words. She was sure he was just being nice, but it felt like solidarity—something she hadn’t experienced since she’d lost Andrew. Having another adult to talk to, share good news with, take care of Drew while she was out of town, was almost too much to handle. Everything had been on her shoulders alone for so long that she didn’t know how to process what she was feeling.
    So, instead of trying, she ended the call with, “Thanks. I’ll see you guys soon.”
    “See you soon.”
    When the phone disconnected, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Thoughts were running through her head like bulls in Pamplona.
    Her contract had