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It seemed she’d tucked vulnerable Portia away again. Good. He didn’t need her giving him calf eyes when he was in the mood for veal.
“Yes. I’ve been busy keeping Edinburgh’s streets safe from the likes of the villainous . . . Knife Man.” Tavish blinked several times. “Knife Man?” “You had a knife this morning,” she said stubbornly. “You are a man. Knife Man.”
The librarian’s eyes went wide and she rubbed her hands together with glee. “We have a fantastic romance section,” she said. “Do you need recommendations? How do you like your dukes? Grumpy? Tortured? Alpha, beta, or alpha in the streets, beta in the sheets?”
The librarian sighed. “Aye. Just a warning, love—the non-fic dukes are not nearly as fun.”

