When she’d moved into her apartment and met Mason, she’d been struggling with the manuscript she’d been working on. The beginning had come to her with ease, as it always did. Usually, her opening scenes played in her head like a movie and all she had to do was write them down. This one had been no different, but then after that opening scene… there’d been nothing. She hadn’t been able to pick up the thread of the story and she’d struggled to write her daily word count. The ...