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?”