Oh, for the love of God. “I am never leaving,” she repeated again, still not looking at Declan. She was in love. In love with this library. In love with this space. All she needed was a warm cup of tea, a good blanket, and some fuzzy socks, and she was sold. She was never leaving. “That can be arranged,” Declan murmured, a tease she had to assume, but she wouldn’t argue with it.
