Chapter 60
Katie
Present Day
The Hamptons
I found Tyler in the kitchen the following morning. His brow was furrowed, and he was scribbling furiously in a notebook.
My hair was damp from the shower, and my skin was still a little sticky from the magically replenishing Parisian moisturizer
on my vanity. I curled into the window seat beside him and dropped my head onto his shoulder. The cotton of his T-shirt, heathered
and worn. The ink on his pages, so scattered and scratched I couldn’t make out a single word.
“You good?” I asked. “I feel like I haven’t seen you write longhand all summer.”
“It’s just . . .” He closed his notebook. I turned to face him, and he twisted the slightest bit away. His shoulders were
up, and his voice was strained. “They have to have sex, Katie. It’s time. We can’t possibly fit in another side quest. It’s
almost the third act already, and . . .”
I pulled him back toward me, leaving my hand on his wrist. “I know. It’s okay. It’s—”
“I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m trying to imagine it, trying to write it, trying to model what we’ve read, and it comes out stiff. There’s no romance! There’s no warmth, no whirl. It comes out cold and technical and—”
“Let me write it, then.”
“But we agreed Henry had to take the scene! That we have to stay with him—that he’s the one who has more to show.”
I reached for his pen. “I can write in Henry’s voice, okay? Just come outside with me. I can show you what Willa wants. I
can show you everything.”