He shrugged and sipped his beer. “So? The readers know you’re working with me, and I think they’d like to hear from you. Besides, I think you could give some good insight into what women like.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just one woman. Just because I like something, doesn’t mean every other woman out there is going to like it. We don’t have one shared consciousness.”

He laughed. “I never thought that,” he said. “But I still think the readers would be interested in what you have to say.”

She picked at the remainder of her gyro, not looking at him. “You really think so?”

He tucked a finger...