Lisa smiled at her. “Sort of.” She sobered. “The thing is, I had begun to write a profile of Mason, just cataloging the little things about him that I’d gleaned. As our relationship developed, he opened up to me and told me some really private things, which I put into the profile.” Her friends gasped and she couldn’t look at them. “I was never going to use it for anything public. The profile was merely for me, a way of capturing my muse so that when the writing got tough, I ...