“You’re sure about this?” I ask Jack as we stroll into the bookstore in the Prudential Mall, three hours after he bought us breakfast. Yes, I hate to admit it, but I lost. First time he didn’t let me win either. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks even as he throws me a questioning look. “I’m just saying, once you start down this road, there’s no going back.” “They’re books, Wren. I read those two you suggested and I’ve listened to a few others. No biggie.” I raise a dubious eyebrow. “How late did you stay up listening to the one you finished the other day?”
