I just got in bed, and I’m going to do some reading.” “Which book? The one with all the red tabs you left by the couch?” I stare at him, and my mouth pops open. “How do you know about the tabs?” “Confession. I’ve been reading your books,” Dallas says with a sheepish smile. “Which books?” “All of them. The one you forgot on the kitchen counter the other day. The ones you have next to your bed. I can’t put them down.” “Stop.” I laugh and sit up. I bring my legs to my chest and rest my chin on my knees. “You’re fucking with me. There’s no way you read my romance novels.”
