“You’re going to the fundraiser tonight, right? In the library?” “Yes.” I thread my fresh confusion into the word. “Are you?” “They’re christening the Veronica Valari Wing at eight. What do you think?” She steps close again. “That also means that by eight thirty, everyone in my family will be in limousines, heading back to the Hills for the after-party. And nobody else at the event will be caring about what’s happening in the older stacks.” My attempt at sobering my smile is a lost cause. “A rendezvous in the old library? Do you know how many new ways I just fell for you?”
