When she stepped through the next doorway, she froze. He had told her he had a study here with books, but she had not expected to find a small library. The walls of this room were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, all packed full. This room was bigger than his bedchamber had been, and he had disappeared somewhere inside. Off to the right was a fireplace with a group of armchairs arranged in front of it, and beyond the chairs was another door. If this was a study, where was his desk?
