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I've written up. Let me just pull up the file."
    The next few hours dissolved into an easy exchange and editorial discussion. Ashley forced herself to be bold with her suggestions, despite feeling that she couldn't possibly contribute anything useful; and he seemed genuinely grateful for her feedback. If she could put aside the rocky start to their first meeting, it would be easy for her to sit back and see that could very well be the most incredible experience a fledgling writer could ask for. When Helene finally interrupted them to ask if they were coming to the table for supper, she didn't want their discussion to end.
Chapter Six
    THEY QUICKLY SETTLED INTO a routine. Anthony recorded his work, leaving it for her to transcribe in the morning, and then met with her for most of the afternoon to discuss possible changes to the manuscript. Ashley was learning so much from their discussions that her evening sessions on her own novel were progressing much more easily than had any of its predecessors. Through her interactions with Anthony, she felt she really understood how to draw readers into her world and develop a sense of how to carry them along on a fast-paced thrill ride of a finish.
    The only negative thing she'd experienced since her arrival nearly a month before was that Anthony never seemed to leave the house. Not a single visitor had come by in all this time, and not once had she seen him venture beyond the garage for a workout. She worried a great deal about what events from his past might be pressing down on him so strongly that they keep him from wanting to go out in public. She was quite sure it was more than just avoidance of the celebrity annoyances someone of his fame might have to endure if they tried to do something normal like go to a cafe or buy groceries. He was as famous as a writer could be, but he was nowhere near the level of popular musicians or movie stars who were followed everywhere by the press.
    Deep in these thoughts, she was caught completely off guard when interrupted by a knock on the door as she was getting ready for one of their afternoon meetings.
    "Hi," said Anthony when she opened her door. "I need to go into town for some things. Helene usually goes for me, but she's getting older and I know it's an extra burden on her. I don't suppose you'd mind coming with me to run a few errands?"
    "Yes, I mean, no. I don't mind at all. I'd love to go into town with you." Ashley was flustered, and she tried her best not to act too surprised that he was actually going to leave the house and that he wanted her to be the one to take him.
    "I hope you can drive stick," he said. "I don't exactly drive anymore, and all I've got is my old truck."
    "My dad taught me how to handle a manual transmission right after he taught me how to manage a proper handshake," she said.
    Anthony opened the passenger door and slipped into the seat. "Your dad is really starting to sound like my kind of guy. I'd love to meet him some day."
    The engine roared to life as Ashley keyed the ignition. She used the excuse of remembering how to get the truck in gear and out of the driveway to avoid answering him while she still felt a giddy giggle bubbling up. She was also glad he was blind so he couldn't see the big dumb smile on her face. She should have known better, but it wasn't every day a man like Anthony Lang talked about wanting to meet someone’s parents.
    "He'd love that," she finally said when they were out on the road. "He's a huge fan of your books. He served in the military for most of my childhood, and he says you're one of the few authors who really gets it right when it comes to describing what it's like to fight for our country."
    "Remind me to autograph a few books for your father when we get back. I hope I can meet him soon to thank him for raising such a great girl. It's been a pleasure to work with you these past weeks." Anthony rolled down the window a little and leaned into the cool air whipping at the