Page 54 of His Reckoning

“Yeah. Sure.”

His gaze flicks away toward the window. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know. What are you getting?”

“Probably Italian.”

“That works.”

“Pasta?”

“Always.”

“All right.” He turns toward the door.

“Thanks,” I add.

He nods once and leaves the room quickly.

Once the door closes behind him, I stand still and stare at it.

A few minutes later, I finish changing and head out to the kitchen.

Sawyer is standing at the island, eating something and holding a book.

My book.

I stop. “What are you doing?”

He suddenly chokes on whatever he just ate, coughing into his hand.

“Are you okay?” I ask, walking toward him.

He clears his throat and sets the snack down, then slowly holds up the book. “I thought you said you wrote romance.”

“I do.”

He flips the page and looks at me. “What’s romantic about this?”

I blink. “What part are you on?”

He turns the book toward me, and my stomach drops because it’s not just a scene. It’sthatscene.

I immediately grab the book out of his hands. “Oh my God.”

Sawyer watches me carefully. “You wrote that?”

“Yes.”

“This is your book?”

“Yes.”

He runs a hand over the back of his neck. “I wasn’t aware romance novels included”—he gestures vaguely—“that.”

I cross my arms. “You mean sex?”

He looks mildly horrified. “I mean whatever that scene was.”