I read.” “You? Read?” “Yes.” I don’t really have a brush that would be good for her hair, so, suppose my fingers will do. “Anything really.” She leans to the side. “Romance?” I just stare at her, wondering if she really wants me to answer that question or if she’s smart enough to know that answer. The curl of her lips accentuates her Cupid's bow, and I sigh. “Of course, but not for that. It has to have a good story.” Her legs draw up to her chest as she trembles, as though she’s cold. “What is your favorite book?
