When Maddie prepared for bed behind her screen that night, she emerged to find the most terrible sight yet. “Oh, really, Logan. That just isn’t fair.” He looked up from his reclined pose in her bedroom chaise longue, his face partly hidden behind a book bound in dark green leather. “What?” “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?” He shrugged. “I found it on your bookshelf.” Seeing him read any book was bad enough. But her favorite book? This was sheer torture.
