Chapter 9
Graham found himself wishing he was being held in those big arms, but shook his head and refocused. “I know. And yes, I think eleven would be good. I wasn’t sure about this first day. Do you want to just meet him and I show you around?”
“Yes to both and then I’ll jump in. Let you get some work done.” He cocked his head. “What do you do?”
Graham smiled. He loved his job. “I write. I’m also a freelance editor.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “What do you write?”
“Mysteries, mostly.”
“I read all the time. I don’t recognize your name, though. I’ll have to look you up.”
Graham grinned. “I use a pen name. I’m still fairly new to publishing, so I’m not popular. But I’m working on it. That’s why I edit, too. Allows me to be able to write from home, while still having some regular income rolling in.”
“That’s exciting. Wow, I know a real author.”
Graham laughed. “Well, I guess when a few more books sell, I’ll agree with you.”