Mik watched a little TV, then considered finishing the red-hot sex scene he had been working on before Sigrid came in dressed like Raggedy Andy. No, let it rest a little. He'd just do a little editing, he thought as he picked up Easy Prey. Only a few more chapters to go.
He'd always known he would be a writer. It's what he was good at and what he enjoyed doing, but it took hitting rock bottom before he could really commit himself to the discipline required. Thank God for Dmitry. His uncle had quite literally pulled him out of the gutter, then helped him launch his career.
He glanced toward the hallway to the bedrooms. Losing Sigrid had been traumatic, but maturing. it had also given something to write about. The fact that she'd never read any of his books amused him--if she had, would she recognize herself as Stefania, the one who got away? Of course, the reason Stefi had divorced Alexei was because she didn't want to be the wife of an undercover agent, but the emotional impact was all his own.
Mik laughed to himself as at his threat of using Sigrid in a story because he already had--in every story.
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