Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

Alana snorts and moves to pet Willow’s hair while murmuring, “There, their, they are.” “Ah, grammatical comfort. My single solace.”

“I do like bookstores. I don’t like being murdered and buried vertically under endangered plants.”

Willow inhales against the pages of the book she’s holding and lets the breath out as a happy sigh before promptly putting it in her basket. On top of two others. That are exactly like it. My word. She’s picking them like fruit at a grocery store.