“As you said, a passion,” Rosamund agreed as she looked up from where their hands were still touching, holding. He wasn’t letting go, and now, his thumb was brushing the back of her knuckles. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her heart, already rapidly beating in her chest, pick up speed. “But if you mean if I work with them professionally, then yes. I’m an archivist, specializing in older books, particularly the preservation of manuscripts that are falling apart. I always note the stitches along the binding.”
