The Original Sinners: The Red Years. Tiffany Reisz

Mary laughed. J.P. patted Zach on his shoulder and excused himself to the restroom.

      “You’d like to go home, wouldn’t you, Zach?” Finley said, slapping his hand on Zach’s back. Zach repressed a shudder and turned to face him. Of course, Thomas would wait until the second J.P. was gone to start in on him. “England, I mean. I don’t know if L.A. is safe for you. Have you ever had a tan in your life? Probably not. No tanning in a fog.”

      “I plan on working in L.A., Thomas. Not playing.”

      “Working like Faulkner?” he asked with a smarmy grin. “How many affairs did Faulkner have while out in L.A.? Three? Four? Of course, you’re not married anymore, Zach, so I guess they won’t count as affairs. Oh, wait…you’re still married, aren’t you? I’d forgotten. Hard to tell sometimes. So I guess Nora Sutherlin was number one.”

      Zach locked eyes with Finley. “I am not, was not and have not slept with Nora Sutherlin. She is, was, one of my writers. I try to respect that line.”

      “Writer? She’s a whore, Zach, and we both know it.”

      “You don’t know anything, Thomas,” Zach countered. “Call her whatever you want—she’s still one of the most promising writers I’ve ever worked with. I’d far rather work with whores than hacks any day.”

      “Hacks?” Thomas took an angry step closer. “None of my writers are whores. And they’re definitely not hacks.”

      “I wasn’t talking about your writers.” Zach heard a collective gasp from around the room as the implication of his words sunk in.

      “You son of a bitch.” Before anyone but Zach could react, Thomas raised his arm to take a swing at him.

      But Zach had more fights with drunken football hooligans under his belt than he cared to admit, thanks to his days as a bartender in university. He ducked and swung back, making fierce, hard contact with Thomas’s chin. His head snapped to the side and Thomas went down in an instant.

      There was a long silence as the room seemed to take in the scene that had just played out before them. And then it was filled with applause and laughter.

      “Mary,” Zach said. “Did you know that the first rule of S&M is to hurt, but not harm?”

      Thomas wiped blood from his mouth.

      “Looks unharmed to me, boss.”

      Without waiting another second, Zach ran from the room and headed for the elevators.

      “Where are you going?” Mary called out as she raced down the hall behind him.

      “I’m getting my writer back. Or at least her book.”

      Mary grinned at him.

      “Good luck, Zach. Just so you know this is why you’re my favorite boss of all time.”

      Zach fled the building, his right hand throbbing, and hailed a taxi. Suddenly he realized he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

      He gave the driver his address to his own flat. He’d try calling Nora again from there. If she didn’t answer he’d go to her house. And if she wasn’t at her house, well, he’d hunt her down any way he could.

      Zach stopped in the lobby of his building and dialed Nora’s number from the phone at the front desk. If she answered he wouldn’t even bother going upstairs.

      “Wesley,” Zach said, relieved to hear the boy’s voice. “It’s Zach. I need Nora. Please, is she there?”

      “She’s gone, Zach. She was gone by the time I got up this morning. What do you want? You dumped Nora, remember? Want to dump her again?”

      Zach sighed, guilt stabbing into his stomach.

      “I was wrong about her, Wesley. I’m apologizing to her…again.”

      “This time she really shouldn’t let you.”

      “Believe me, I know. But please, can you give me any idea where she could be?”

      “It’s Nora. She’s probably where you’d least expect.”

      Zach hung up and tried to think. He decided to go up to his flat to dig out his copy of her book from under his bed and think it out. If she wasn’t at home she could be anywhere. With a client, at the 8th Circle, on the moon for all he knew.

      Where you’d least expect… Zach thought to himself as the lift climbed the twenty-three stories. Those words reminded him of something he’d heard before.

      You merely think you know her. It’s one of her best tricks. She flirts, she teases, she confesses everything but reveals nothing. It’s the oldest magician’s trick—smoke and mirrors, misdirection… You are absolutely certain she’s here, Søren had said. Zach slipped his key in the lock of his door and turned the knob. When all the while she’s right over here…

      “Hello, Zach.”

      It took almost a full ten seconds for Zach to register that Nora stood in his living room. She was wearing a suit and a tie and a smile so defiant he was as nervous as he was relieved.

      “You’re home from work early,” she said. “I was ready to wait it out all day.”

      “My God, you’re here. I just called Wesley looking for you.”

      “You found me. And I won’t darken your doorstep for long. Just wanted to bring you a present.”

      A sheaf of paper landed with a thud at his feet. Zach bent and picked it up. It was a book—her book—printed out and spiral bound. He flipped through the almost five hundred pages.

      “Nora…”

      “I finished it, Zach. Without you. Read the dedication.”

      With trembling hands, Zach opened the front cover and flipped to the dedication page.

      “‘To Zachary Easton, my editor. Fuck you.’”

      “Very nice. I deserved that.”

      “You deserve this, as well,” Nora said and came over to him. She met his eyes and took a deep breath.

      “Zach, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me. I’ve never had anyone take my writing seriously before. Your good opinion meant so much that the thought of losing it terrified me. I’m done with that part of my life now. I quit the other job and started writing again. Just writing. I know you tore up the contract. I know you’re done with me. I know it’s too late for me and Royal. But I wanted you to see the book and know I finished it. You can keep that copy. It’s the only hard copy that might ever exist.”

      Zach gripped the book in his hand. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. He couldn’t believe he had both the book and his writer again.

      Nora seemed to be waiting for him to say or do something. When he couldn’t find the words, she stepped away, picked up her coat and headed for the door.

      “I didn’t—”

      “Didn’t what?” she asked, turning around.

      “I didn’t tear up your contract. I still have it.”

      “That’s very sweet, but an unsigned contract is worth as much as one in the shredder.”

      Zach faced her.

      “Is it just the hard copy you have? Or do you have an electronic version with you?”

      Nora cocked her head at him. She reached inside her shirt and pulled out a thin lanyard from around her neck.

      “Flash drive.”

      Zach held out his hand and she put the flash drive in his palm.

      “What are you doing?” she asked as he threw the paper copy on his sofa and plugged the drive into his laptop.

      “Today’s Friday. My flight leaves Sunday.