Chapter 11

“Well, you’d have to be Cher.”

I stopped kissing him. “Why?” I asked suspiciously.

“You’re taller than I am.”

“You’ve gotta stop doing this, Mann.”

“Doing what?”

“Putting me in the woman’s part. Next thing I know, you’ll have me wearing a dress.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in a snooty tone, but I could see he was biting back a laugh.

“Sure you do. First you make my character in that book you’re writing—”

“Actually, it’s done.” He turned around to face me.

“—a woman, and then you compare me to— Wait, what?”

“I said it’s done. I sent off a copy to Uncle Bryan, and he had that friend of his who’s in publishing take a look at it.”

“And?”

“They’re offering me a contract.”