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My conversation with Georgie was fresh in my mind over the next week as I re-wrote the pages she’d asked for. I did everything I could to get into the mindset of my thriller again, from re-reading some of my favourite thrillers by other authors, to watching suspense-filled movies, to avoiding answering Orlando’s calls. I knew if I talked to him again, I’d turn to mush and my work would suffer some more, so it was best to just not pick up the phone when I saw it was him.

Amidst all of the stress of trying to get my work back up to my own standards, not to mention Georgie’s, and the temptation of picking up the phone every time I knew it was Orlando, I also had to deal with my mother. The term ‘bridezilla’ would be tame compared to the raving lunatic she’d turned into, freaking out over every little detail, being even more unpleasant than usual, if that were possible, and just generally making me want to shove her out into traffic every time she called.

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