Chapter 19. Unexpected Visitor

Joan POV

I’d been holed up in my room since morning, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop as my fingers flew across the keyboard.

Letter after letter turned into words, and words morphed into meaningful sentences. I was writing again.

After weeks of writer’s block, the dam had finally broken, and all it had taken was a late-night moment of bliss with Aaron.

Ideas were flowing now, pouring out so fast I didn’t dare stop. If I had them coming, I might as well write them all down before they slipped away.

As much as I hated to admit it, Aaron had become the muse I’d been searching for. It was baffling how one man could irritate me endlessly while simultaneously sparking my creativity. A mystery I didn’t want to dwell on for too long.

The door creaked open, and soft footsteps padded across the floor. Rhoda.

“Hey. Thought you might need this,” she said, holding out a steaming mug of coffee.

I let myself pause, glancing at the mug