“Okay.” He smiled back, and everything else faded away, the cutouts decorating the end cap, the rows of books, even the dimming late afternoon sun. Finn’s smile was like his laugh, easy and genuine, and as our eyes met, a low, potent ball of energy gathered in my gut. And maybe Finn felt it too because his voice turned huskier. “You like books like this too? I would have figured you for more literary tastes.”
