She nodded slowly. "Alright. No, as long as I can keep it under wraps. That's part of my contract with my publisher. Complete anonymity, or I'm gone," she said firmly. She'd known from the start it wasn't something she could let get out, and why her contract was a convoluted, thirty foot parchment of conditions and rules and legal terms that protected her with as much iron-clad provisions as she'd been able to imagine.
She sighed and then she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning her head against his chest. "I don't think I like it when you make me cry. At all. Let's not do that again."