“You read?” I asked, glancing up at Chase over my shoulder. “No. The books are just there because they look pretty.” He rolled his eyes. “Hey, friend, we’re lowering our weapons, remember?” I said, making his mouth twitch in a small smile. “Yes, I read,” he admitted, walking over and sitting on the bed near me. “Although I much prefer actual books to that Kindle you’re always carting around.” “Hey, don’t diss the Kindle.”
