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“Possibly. So, are you willing to buy me a book?”
“That’s what you want? A book?”
“That’s what I said, and you said you’d let me buy anything.”
“Out of all the things you could buy, a book?”
“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” I turn his own words back on him.
He opens his mouth, then closes it without saying anything.
“But I have a condition,” I say.
“Of course, you have a condition,” he mutters. “Does it have to be a diamond-encrusted book?”
“No. The condition is that you have to come to the bookstore with me.” I bite my lip, waiting for his resistance.
“Okay.”
“You know, just because—” I fall silent. “Wait, did you say okay?”
“Yes. But can we at least take my driver this time instead of riding the bus?”
I’d prepared an entire speech convincing him to come with me so I’d agree to spend a hellish evening of business with him, but he didn’t even object.
I grin. “Yes. Great. I’m going to get ready.”
I stand in front of the store entrance.
Daunt Books London,the sign reads in green.
“Wow.” I grip Logan’s arm. “Look at this beautiful store. Even the windows look antique. It’s like I’ve gone back to the last century or something.” I hurry inside.
Rows upon rows of books, as far as the eye can see. Up, down, everywhere. And all arranged on dark wooden shelves.
Heaven.
“It’s so beautiful here like I’ve stepped into a movie set.” I twirl around. “And there are more floors.” I glance at Logan. “It’s bigger than the store near me at home.”
His face is expressionless as usual, but he doesn’t look angry.
“Why did you want me to come here with you?” he asks.
“Because I didn’t want to come alone,” I answer. Because until he insulted me at the restaurant, I was having the most fun I’ve had all week. Because I’m tired of feeling lonely and alone all the time. Because even his scowling face is better than constantly talking to myself in my head. Of course, I don’t say all that.
And then I spot the gorgeous man standing in the self-help section. All muscles and beauty.
Handsome and loves books. Perfect.
I gasp. “He could be a book boyfriend.”
“You think so?”
I spin around to face Logan, my mouth gaping.
Shit. I said that out loud.
“Wait, how do you know what a book boyfriend is?”
