“She believes everyone’s life mirrors a storybook?” I nodded. “She’s even convinced everyone’s story fits a specific genre.” Amusement danced in his eyes. “And which is yours? Romance?” My face flushed with heat. “Definitely not.” And before he could pry much further as to why I was so adamant about that—for the thought of discussing romance with him made me fiercely uncomfortable—I asked, “Which is yours?” Aiden thought about it for a moment. “Mystery.” “And why is that?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s a mystery.”
