I’m seriously considering killing off one of the heroes from the book that spun-off this short story. **grumble, grumble**

Why?

Well… I’m typing along and things are going exactly according to plan: the short-story’s heroine is newly married and they’re at the reception following the wedding… then, out of the blue, old book’s hero leans over and whispers to new heroine: “I’ve discovered that your Mr. Beckett has secrets, my dear Mrs. Beckett. Not bad secrets, mind you, only things he fears will change how to look upon him. I’d suggest you pry these secrets from your new husband. Your life together will be the better for it.”

At which point I yell at the monitor: What the f**k are you talking about Jared!?! What secrets!?!

I’m gonna kill him.

Note to Jared: You gotta remember that I haven’t finished editing your book. If you keep causing trouble, I can still write you out of the damn thing. There are plenty of other willing males to replace you.

**grumble, grumble** Now I gotta go find out what Mr. Beckett’s secrets are. **grumble, grumble**