He scowled at me before reaching over and plucking the book from my clutches. “What are you doing? Give that back.” I tried to retrieve it, but he held it high, just out of my reach. “No. Apparently I need to broaden my views,” he said. “You’re seriously going to read my book?” I asked, trying not to gape. “I can’t critique something I haven’t tried.” “Why do I feel like that hasn’t stopped you in the past?” Harrison held my book in front of him and held up a finger to his mouth. “Excuse me. Can you please keep it down? I’m trying to read.”
