Chapter 22
“It’s fine. What are you reading?”
He held out his phone so I could see the screen.
Ah. The horoscope. Sierra-Hotel-India-Tango.
“Uh, I need to tell you something,” I said. Only one person knew about the horoscopes, Dave the senior editor at the magazine. But I didn’t want secrets between us. Even benign ones.
“Okay?”
“Those horoscopes you love so much?”
“Yes?”
I swallowed. Let out a sputtering breath. “I write them.”
He stiffened. Put down his phone and turned toward me with eyes wide. “What?”