“I found your wishlist.” “What wishlist?” she demands, snatching her hand from my grasp but remaining in her seat. A victory. “Your book wishlist.” I smirk when her eyes widen. “Don’t act so surprised. It’s public information.” “So did you buy me a new book then?” Sarcasm drips from her every word. I flash her a wicked grin. “I bought you every book.”
