She’d been too busy getting ready for her live chat with her readers for tonight.
By then, she’d fix her hair and put on a tiny bit of makeup, maybe.
“I like dressing up,” Roark said. “Unlike you.”
“You’ve always beenfannnncythat way,” she said.
“You really like him a lot, don’t you?”
“I love him,” she said, grinning.
“You finally said it,” Roark said, smirking.
“I did,” she said. “Over the weekend. It’s really scary.”
“Stop wrinkling your nose,” her brother said. “Yes, it is, but it gets better too.”
“I hope so,” she said. “Once all of this noise quiets down. I can shut it all out though and get my work done without any problems.”
“I see your social media is blowing up. Cute interaction with you two. Was that your idea or his to announce it that way?”
Neither one of them had posted anything else after that.
She didn’t feel they needed to give any more about their relationship and Warren agreed.
They were both private people and she wanted to continue to keep it that way as long as she could.
“It was mine,” she said. “The team’s publicist wanted to make a statement. I’m like…no. That’s cheesy. It should come from us. Just like Connor was pissed off. Too bad. I’m allowed to have my own life, aren’t I?”
“You are,” Roark said. “Now maybe you understand why Mom has done what she has for years.”
“I know,” she said. “I never wanted to hide who I was or what I did. But I didn’t think I’d end up with someone this well-known either.”
“Are you jealous over that?” Roark asked.
She shrugged. “I didn’t think I was, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s kind of annoying I’m gaining readers because of him.”
“You’re going to gain them soon because of Mom. Will you feel the same way about that?”
Her head went side to side. She picked up a stray fry that had been left and popped it in her mouth. Once she swallowed it, she said, “Yes and no. At least those are readers already for the genre. Or close to it. I still write thrillers and mysteries. Not all my books have that much sex in it.”
“True,” Roark said. “You don’t focus on a romantic element in your series through Connor, but you have relationships in most of them.”
“I know,” she said. “That is what is different between Mom and I, but it’s still readers in general. Now there are football fans looking at me.”
Her brother laughed. “Football fans can still be readers, Emma. Warren is a good example.”
“I know,” she said, throwing her hands up. “Warren said he was asked if he reads my books, and he told them that he does. That he supports me.”
“That was nice of him,” Roark said. “Better than that dickhead you dated a few years ago who called your books smut.”
She laughed. “Haydenwasa dickhead. He didn’t appreciate it when I told him that my smut had me laughing all the way to the bank.”
“Not everyone loves your sense of humor,” Roark said.
“Nope,” she said. “I’m okay with that. I’ve never cared all that much if people liked me personally and I’ve always known that there are some that won’t like my books. Even loyal readers won’t love them all.”
She read all her reviews and tried to not take them to heart.
