Kit’s eyes practically bulge out of his head as he realizes what he just agreed to, and I make a beeline for the romance section, entirely ready to spend the rest of the day hoarding as many books as possible. I titter. “Regret it?” He snorts. “Please. How many books could you need?” “That sounds like a challenge,” I muse, arching my brow, a sinister gleam in my eyes. I walk down the aisle with Kit trailing behind me like a lost puppy, and I drag my finger along the mismatched spines.
