Tell Me Your Secrets...
"I CAN'T MAKE UP MY MIND. Shall I have the scones with clotted cream—and ooooh, look at those strawberries...but the triple-chocolate layer cake is calling my name."
My friend Pepper Rossi was studying the three-tiered dessert caddie the waitress had just delivered as if the fate of the world depended on her decision.
I felt equally serious about the decision that I had made. After plotting and planning for the last three days, I'd come to San Francisco to run it by Pepper.
Nerves knotted in my stomach. But I managed to keep my hand steady as I lifted the silver teapot and filled Pepper's cup and then my own. I'd always run my plans by her when we were roommates in college.
Of course, those days were well behind us now that we were established career women. I had a job as a writer for a successful Los Angeles based soap opera, ... read full excerpt from Tell Me Your Secrets... ebook
