Page 349 of Playing With Fire

“Wonderful. I'll have Angela send you the details. And Delaney?”

“Yes?”

“Bring your manuscript if you're comfortable sharing it. I'd love to take a look.”

I forget how to breathe. “Of course.”

“Looking forward to seeing you.”

The call ends.

I stare at my phone.

Bishop sets two glasses of banana and peanut butter shakes on the counter.

“Becks?”

I look up.

“That was Beau Montgomery.”

His eyebrows rise. “The publishing guy?”

I nod.

“He wants me to come in for a meeting.”

“About your book?”

“About a job.”

Bishop goes still. “A job?”

“In New York.”

For one brief second, something crosses his face.

So quickly I might have imagined it.

Then he smiles.

A real smile.

“Delaney, that's incredible.”

I laugh nervously. “Right?”

“Are you kidding? That's huge.”

He comes around the counter and pulls me into his arms.

I wrap mine around his waist.

“I'm proud of you, Becks.”

I close my eyes.

The words feel wonderful.